I have an extremely bright, very creative, excentric third grader. His life's passion is writing stories. When he was barely four he wrote his first "screenplay" complete with soundtrack!
We have been so lucky to have had the most incredible and supportive teachers in the public schools we have been in. But this summer we moved and even though I researched my brains out, I guess you can't get lucky all the time.
In class they were learning how to write a formal letter. The assignment was to write a letter as if he was writing home from summer camp. He wrote from "Camp Congo" where they had to parachute out of an airplane into the Congo, survive on raw fish, spear Buffalo for warmth and food, and were off to go scuba diving but were hesitant since they feared what might be in the water!
