Growing Up

When I was one I had a cot
But my blanket was too hot.

When I was two I stopped crying
And my mam made funny jokes and I was laughing.

When I was three I could walk
and I could talk

When I was four I met a bee
it stung me, I was scared and I ran up a tree

When I was five I broke a teddy
But I got a new one and it was very furry.

When I was six, my brother hit me
Then he got stung by a bee.

Now I am seven I sit on the swivel chair
And I snuggle up with Barry Bear.

By Conor O.