We’re breaking away from our typical Member Monday to feature a piece by local young writer, Nate Santi, the winner of the first Young Writers Contest, sponsored by Writers Forum and Enjoy Magazine. Nate is a third grader at Columbia School. Congratulations, Nate!
A Lesson Learned
by Nate Santi
One Sunday evening, me and my brother Nick, were playing outside in our backyard. My mom and dad were inside cooking dinner and playing with my other brother Noah. I don’t know what we were thinking, but we decided to see how high we could throw rocks. It was fun until a rock, the size of an orange, came down and hit my brother in the head. Nick was a mess and crying loudly. I was freaking out because blood was gushing down his face. My dad came out to help. We took Nick inside to clean off the blood. We drove to the emergency room as fast as we could. When we got to the hospital, we carried Nick inside. It was busy and we had to wait for hours! When it was Nick’s turn, my mom took Noah and I to the car so we could hang out. It took about 20 minutes for Nick to get his head super-glued back together. My dad and Nick met us at the car. We went to get burgers and fries from In-N-Out Burger. We went home to eat dinner, take showers, and go to bed. The lesson I learned was not to throw rocks because what goes up must come down.
Read Nate’s winning entry along with other submissions by local young authors, Ally Farmer and Ava Kneale, in the current issue of Enjoy Magazine.
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nice story…reminds me of when I and BF had a dirt clod fight across an inlet on an island on Lake Shasta. One of my clods had a rock in it; Randy slumped, slid down (lucky a log stopped his slide). Quick boat ride and then car into town for stitches. Don’t think I ever threw another clod, EVER!