Growing Up

When I was one I sit on the pot.
On my pot it was hot.

When I was two I wore nappy
and I was happy.

When I was three I played hide and go seek
And I liked to peek.

When I was four my brother was born
Now my books are torn.

When I was five I got a new pan
And I saw a new man called Dan.

When I was six I threw my bed away
And I made it out of clay.

Now that I am seven I am in first class
And every Sunday I go to mass

By Sarah B.