Wilfrid Gordon Mcdonald Partridge

I believe I've heard this story on November 3rd, from my English 1101 teacher, Lacy Manship. It was an early morning, at around eight o'clock when class started. Lacy read to my class a story called Wilfrid Gordon Mcdonald Partridge. This book wasn't any ordinary book, it was a child's book, so I began to wonder about this book. As Lacy was reading, she held the book high, facing the pages of pictures toward us. Suddenly I was in a different atmosphere.

I felt like I was in kindergarten for a minute. I mean, my mind sort of flipped. I was in a flashback. I remember the sounds of the pages flipping, the easy simple terms used to talk to children, the picture being larger than the words on the pages, and the slow pace of story telling.

Being able to grasp in my childhood's vision during story telling showed me how easy it was to be excited when hearing a story.

This is something I wrote in my journal for the Writing Into the Day, and this is my version of Wilfrid Gordon Mcdonald Partridge


"Something warm. My bed is as warm as a hot shower. My parents are as warm as the sun touching upon the earth. My friends are as warm as the inner core of the earth. My food should be warm. My school is a warm place inside. My clothes are as warm as me. Being warm is awesome!"