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My Big Bike Adventure in Soulard
By Miriam S.
When I first started my bike adventure, I felt so happy and proud! I had finished the class, and got my bike that we talked about every week in class!
My bike ride adventure was on the very last day of the class. The teachers took everybody that participated in the class on a bike ride. We first went to a playground that had a big parking lot. We rode our bikes around in it. My favorite part of my adventure was having bike races with my sister. It was fun because I won most of the time : ).
The playground had a mini rock climbing wall and lots of twisty, turny slides. After the racing, we played hide and seek (with and without our bikes). That was super fun, but also super hard, because as you would think, it’s hard to play hide and seek with lots of people and lots of bikes. Plus, there were not that many places to hide since it was a big open parking lot with a small playground in the corner. Everybody hid behind the playground and, like I said, it was a small playground, so everyone’s bikes were sticking out. After that we rode around the Soulard area, which has lots of historic homes and fancy places to eat. We also rode right past my friend’s house.
Our bike adventure was not over yet. We went to another playground to play on the swings and play tag. I was still wearing my helmet (which was a plain white helmet with a lot of stickers on it), which I am glad about because I tripped and hit my head, but thanks to my helmet, it did not hurt.
I still ride my bike all the time, unless my brother is using it, since he broke his. We’ll have to go to Bworks to get it fixed!
OUR FIRST BLOGWORKS POST
Photo illustration by D. Doyle
I was one of those no-nonsense hard news reporters for a large southern paper who worked with typewriter, reporter’s notebook and big-leaded copy pencil for a decade before heading to grad school for a degree I hoped would pay better than in bylines.
Concise just-the-documented-facts journalistic writing, born of limited “newsholes” on actual paper newsprint, is dying. It is replaced by online journals written by enthusiastically untrained opinionists launching words into cyberspace on web logs or “blogs.” Yes, I bitterly miss my clacky manual typewriter.
“I DON’T WRITE A BLOG,” said a friend who wrote and edited big-circulation magazines but now writes and illustrates http://www.thecelebrityfrontpage.com. “I am an online journalist.” He was accurate with his facts behind is self-image. Much online is social pablum, not-so-sly self-promotion, and poorly conceived attempted trendiness. It is rarely compelling writing with illustrations that draw the eye and the reader’s interest.
Blogs or online journals proliferate online with topics ranging from astrophysics to teddy bears to zymurgy. Whatever you choose to call them, they are an online fact of technological life.
BWorks is evolving, too. We will soon offer classes to our kids on how to blog effectively, creating interesting copy and art that we hope will illuminate young minds. And maybe develop future online journalists who will set a new and higher standard for blogging?
More to follow from our less jaded kid bloggers!