Tonight, my daughter attended her first middle school girl’s basketball game.
When she got home, she reimagined what she had seen as a game between cats and dogs. She drew a picture first, then wrote the story.
I was proud of her for writing it down without asking for our help. You can tell. The spelling is all over the place.
When she read it to me, I told how proud I was of her making some art out of her experience.
Learning Together 