Thursday, February, 22 | My trip home | ||||||||||||||||||||
This is me, Flat Luke! |
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Now I am packed and in the mail for my return trip to
Minnesota. The outside of my traveling box says "Fragile", "This side up", and "Valuable". Just like Flat Stanley's traveling envelope!
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It is dark inside my box |
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I begin thinking about my memories of this trip. I think about how I was like my cousin Flat Stanley. I tried to be a kite at the Washington Monument. | Click for a larger view |
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I tried flying at the Supreme Court. | Click for a larger view |
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Yes, even at the National Cathedral I tried flying. | Click for a larger view |
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Here I am flying at the Maryland State Capitol in Annapolis. | Click for a larger view |
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I went flying on the back of a Navy Jet, too. Cool! | Click for a larger view |
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When I tried to be a kite, I got caught in a tree and fell to the ground. Just like Stanley. These are all cherry trees which will be in blossom in about one month. My host says they are VERY pretty then. | Click for a larger view |
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Do you remember how Flat Stanley went down the sewer grate to find his mother's ring? I looked in the sewers in Washington, DC but I didn't find anything. | Click for a larger view |
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Just like Flat Stanley, I went to the art museum too. | Click for a larger view |
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At the art museum, I asked the security guard if they needed any help looking for thieves. I wanted to be a hero like Flat Stanley. The guard said they had no thieves. So I just sat down and enjoyed the paintings. | Click for a larger view |
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My goodness, what wonderful memories I have. But I'm getting a bit hungry. Good thing my host packed an egg salad sandwich for my trip home. She gave me a toothbrush holder of water too, just like Flat Stanley. I can hardly wait to get home and see Luke and his friends. I want to tell them all about my trip. I hope they go to Maryland for a visit someday, too! Good bye, Flat Luke |
It is dark inside my box |
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