Morgan Goes Camping (A Photostory)


“Come on, Chocolate Chip. Let’s go for a walk.”

Chocolate Chip barks in agreement. We set off down the dirt path.


Chocolate Chip and I are camping this weekend.


Suddenly, Chocolate darts off down the path. “Chocolate! Get back here right now!”


Chocolate ignores me.

He races up to the base of a tree. “Whatdya see, boy?”

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“Is there a squirrel up there?” I ask him.

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Suddenly, Chocolate takes off down the path. I race to catch up with him.

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He leads me to the base of a ginormous tree.

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I sit down. Chocolate Chip tries to jump up on my lap. I look up at the tree. It’s perfect for climbing.

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“I’m going to climb this tree!” I tell Chocolate.

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I grip the base of the tree tightly. One, two, three!

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I hoist myself up onto the branch above the base. Whoa!

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I glance around for the next branch to climb up on.

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I clamber upwards, not daring to look down.

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Suddenly, I lose my footing on the branch. “Ahhhhh! Chocolate, heeeeeeelp!”

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I tumble down onto the ground. “Owwwwwww.” Chocolate Chip comes over to sniff me and make sure I’m all right.

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I stand up, checking for broken bones. I appear to be all right. “Let’s get back to camp, boy.”

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Chocolate and I set off down the path. I’m not going to try tree-climbing again any time soon!

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Did ya like it? Huh? Huh? HUH?

Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.

This is my last post with pictures I took using an iPad. I actually took these pictures back in late August, so there was no snow on the ground. Did you catch that?

There’s someone else who caught something in blog that shouldn’t have been there . . . Dimond, from worldofagdolls.blogspot.com! In my last photostory, Crystal’s hair was braided when she “woke up,” but not when she woke up for real. That’s because I did not plan those pictures very well. Anyway, congratulations, Dimond! Everyone, please check out her blog!

Also, kinda-sorta big announcement. I am leaving for vacation tomorrow morning (well, if 1 AM is morning). I will still be replying to comments and stuff, just not as often. I am so excited! Wish me luck!

-AGs in Alaska-

Crystal and The Clothing Catastrophe (A Photostory)

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Brrring! I blink my eyes and fumble around for my alarm clock. Seven in the morning is waaaaaaay to early for me to function.

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I head over to my closet and select a cute outfit.

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I pick out a cute pink shirt, a gray skirt, and pink leggings. Perfect!

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I can totally rock pink.

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After completing my morning beauty routine, I head to the living room to check my email before breakfast.

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“Morning, Crys!” Lindsey sings. I turn aroun and my mouth falls open.

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Lindsey is wearing Molly’s horendous (in her opinion, beautiful) red-white-and-blue tap dancing skirt as a strapless, sleeveless top, and Molly’s dress skirt on the bottom.

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“Lindsey,” I gasp. “What are you WEARING???”

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“Oh, this old thing?” Lindsey replies. “I’m glad you like it. It’s a double-decker skirt. I found it in the back of my closet.”

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Lindsey leaves me spechless and wondering what else is in the back of her closet when she leaves to let her dog outside.

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I return to my email, but I’m not left alone for long. McKenna and Emily tromp through the living room wearing . . .

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Emily is decked out in pink pajama pants and a hot pink skirt. McKenna is sporting a beach towel wrapped around her with one of Grace’s Parisian scarves.

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“Girls?” I say, trying to remain calm. “What are you wearing?”

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“Oh, just some stylish outfits we rustled up. You’re not the only one with fashion sense in the family, Crystal.”

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McKenna and Emily leave and I log onto Kaylyn’s World Blog to check out her new post. As I laugh at Izzy’s antics, Grace walks by me. DSC_0437

The color drains out of my face. “Grace?”

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“Yeah?”

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“I hope you’re going to change,” I say slowly.

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Grace frowns. “Why would I?”

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“Well, what you’re wearing is not exactly . . . fashionable,” I explain.

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Grace has on an old dress of our grandma’s over Morgan’s riding pants . . . which are inside-out.

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Grace looks as me like I’m crazy. “Sure it is.”

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I close my eyes tightly, hoping Molly and Morgan enter wearing reasonable clothing.

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Molly is wearing a Lady Gaga-style trash bag, and Morgan is wearing a dress that would be pretty – if it weren’t paired with yellow-and-green PJ pants.

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“OH MY WORD,” I shriek. “WHAT ON EARTH ARE THOSE????????????”

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Molly and Morgan turn on me. “Are you going to criticize our outfits, Crystal? Because if so, just put a sock in it. We’re tired of your fashion police attitude!” Molly exclaims.

“Yeah! What do you know about fahsion anyway?” Morgan accuses me.

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I wake up panting. Oh my goodness. It was all a dream.

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I get dressed and head for the living room. “Hey, Molly,” I say.

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“Hey, Crystal.”

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“Um, Molly,” I begin. “You aren’t planning on wearing a trash bag today, are you?”

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Molly looks at me like I’m completely out of my mind. “Noooooo . . .”

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“Thank goodness! You will never believe the dream I had last night.”

I hope everyone enjoyed that photostory! I’ve been planning it for a while. Also, sorry about some of the pictures. My camera kept taking them blurry, even though I thought they were clear when I checked. I’ll have to make sure it’s working properly.

There is one contradiction between two of the photos. If you can find it, consider yourself a Little Miss Molly. Nothing gets by her.

Have a great weekend!

-AGs in Alaska-

 

 

Happy Dolloween! (A Photostory)

Happy Halloween to all of you who celebrate it . . . or Happy Dolloween to all of you who celebrate it with your dolls!

Also, I did not post on Monday for a very special reason. You can read all about it on Thursday’s post.

I myself do not partake in the spooky traditions of this hallowed holiday. Personally, it kind of freaks me out. In my family, it’s tradition to watch a movie and spy on trick-or-treaters on the evening of October 31st. And that’s exactly what this photostory is about.

Enjoy!

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I sigh contentedly and flip open my brand-new, hot-of-the-press American Girl magazine. I just got it in the mail today, and it’s definitely a cause for celebration.

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“Hey, Crys!” Grace exclaims, skipping up to me. “What are you planning on doing tonight? It is Halloween, after all.”

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“Nothing much,” I reply. “Definitely not trick-or-treating, that’s for sure. I’m waaaaaaay to old for that.”

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“Well, then,” Grace says. “Would you like to join me in a little game of . . .” her eyes twinkle mischevously. “Spy on trick-or-treaters?”

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I blink. “Yeah, no thanks.”

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“But, Crystal!” Grace whines. “Please? It’ll be so fun! Lindsey already said yes.”

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“Perfect,” I tell her. “You have a partner already.”

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“But I want you,” Grace whines. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeeee-”

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“Fine!” I snap. “I’ll spy on trick-or-treaters with you.”

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“Yipeee!” Grace squeals. “I gotta go tell Lindsey!” She races out of the room at full gallop.

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I sigh. I’m so going to regret this.

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At six o’clock, I join my sisters in the living room. Grace and Lindsey are peering out the window excitedly.

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I stand next to them and peer out into the fading light.

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We don’t have to wait long. A little girl, dressed as Laura Ingalls Wilder, walks up our drive and rings the doorbell. I can’t help myself, I giggle.

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When the trick-or-treater realizes she’s not going to get any candy at our house, she walks dejectedly down the driveway.

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The three of us keep a close eye on the street. A few minutes later, we’re rewarded with not one, but two trick-or-treaters.

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One of the girls is a librarian, and the other is supposedly a hospital patient – but you never know, she could actually be sick.

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We peer through the screen over the window as the two girls walk/roll away.

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The next trick-or-treater shows up in a tap-dancer costume that she must be FREEZING in. She waits on our front porch for, like, ten minutes.

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We have to cover each other’s mouths to keep from giving our positions away.

An hour later, we decide to call it a night and start to head off for our rooms.

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All of a sudden, the lights flicker off.

“Um, was that you, Grace?” I ask. She shakes her head no.

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“It’s a serial killer!” Lindsey shrieks. “Help! Help! HELP! I’m too young to die!!!”

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We clutch each other tightly. “Is there someone in the house? Do something, Crystal!” Grace begs.

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And, just as quickly as they had gone off, the lights come back on again and four mischievous girls pop out from around the corner. “TRICK OR TREAT!”

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We stare at them, stunned. “It was you?” I ask, incredulous.

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“It sure was,” Morgan confirms.

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“And we got you goooood,” McKenna squeals. “You were all like, ‘It’s a serial killer! I’m too young to die! Crystal, do something!'”

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We stare at each other for a moment, and then burst out laughing.

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“You did get us,” Grace admits. “Happy Halloween!”

-End of photostory-

I have one quick announcement for y’all. I am actually not going to be participating in NaNoWriMo. I am too busy working on a different novel. However, I am considering doing Camp NaNoWriMo this summer.

What’s your favorite kind of candy?

What was your costume?

What was your doll’s costume?

Does your family have any Halloween traditions?

-AGs in Alaska-

The Glide Kip (A Photostory)

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I skip briskly down the sidewalk, excited to be going to gymnatics practice.

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“Slow down!” Grace pants behind me. “I’m not wearing my running shoes!”

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“Do you even own running shoes?” I ask her, turning around. “Sorry, I’m just excited to be heading to practice. Coach Isabelle promised me she’d help me with my glide kips today. You know, to prepare me for regionals.”

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“That’s exciting,” Emily says in her quiet British accent. “Though I haven’t a clue what a glide kip is.”

Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at Shooting Star Gymnastics. Crystal and Emily leave for the viewing area, and I head to the locker room to get changed.

Today is a private practice with just Coach Isabelle and me. We’re mainly going to be working on my bar routine.

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“Hi, Coach,” I say, stepping out onto the floor.

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“Hi, McKenna. Ready to get to work?” Coach Isabelle asks. I nod.

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Coach Isabelle demonstrates a front kip for me and then helps me try it. I pull with all my strength, and with Coach’s help, manage to get myself up onto the bar!

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“Why don’t you try it by yourself?” Coach asks.

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I step up to the bar, swing my arms, and leap.

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My arms make contact with the bar and I swing my feet forward. I use my stomach, arm, and leg muscles to bring my legs up to the bar, but . . .

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I crash down. Ouch.

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Coach Isabelle leans over me. “Are you alright?”

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“Yep,” I squeak.

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“Try again, then.”

I try the kip again and again and again. Finally, on what seems like my millionth try . . .

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I get my legs all the way up to the bar!

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“That’s one step closer!” Coach exclaims. “Keep working at it, McKenna.”

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I try the kip again. My legs touch the bar. I pull, and pull, and pull with all my might. Finally . . .

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I pull myself all the way up!

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“Great job, McKenna!” Coach Isabelle exclaims. “You did it!”

Crystal and Emily clap from the viewing area. I curtsy. “Thanks.”

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“With just a little more practice, you’ll be ready for regionals,” Coach Isabelle tells me. “Do you want to take your water break now?”

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“Nah,” I tell her. “I think I’ll keep on working.”

I leap forward and attack the bar.

What do you guys think of that photostory? Sorry some of the pictures were blurry. I didn’t know they were until I uploaded them. I played around with a different flash setting, since the lighting in the room I took these pictures made the dolls look super weird. Please let me know what you think about this in the comments. I hope y’all are having an excellent week!

-AGs in Alaska-

I Should Be Doing Homework . . . (A Photostory)

“The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.” – Henry Beston

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I walk slowly across the front yard, admiring the brilliant leaves scattered across the dying grass. It’s so peaceful . . .

“Yahoo!”

Scratch that.

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“Molly! Hey, Molly!”

Hmm. Maybe if I turn around and go inside, McKenna will think I didn’t hear her.

“Molly! Come play in the leaves with me!”

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“I can’t,” I say to my boisterous older sister. “I should be doing homework.”

“You can’t ALWAYS be doing homework,” McKenna tells me.

“I’m not always doing homework,” I protest.

“Yes, you are.”

I sigh. “I have to go inside, Kenna.”

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I see it happen too late. McKenna picks up a pile of leaves and aims for my head.

I shriek.

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“McKenna Marie!”

McKenna grins. “Oops.”

There’s only one thing to do. I race for the leaf pile McKenna is situated on and grab my own pile.

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We face off.

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We throw leaves in each other’s faces for ten minutes. Finally, McKenna and I collapse on top of the leaf pile, covered in dirt and leaves.

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McKenna and I decide to bury each other in leaves. McKenna goes first and covers me from head to toe.

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I spring out of the pile and tackle McKenna, covering her in leaves.

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We laugh.

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I cartwheel through the leaves, even though that’s more of McKenna’s thing – and I’m wearing a skirt.

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McKenna twirls in a circle.

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We toss leaves into the air and lie down, letting them fall on top of us.

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“Aren’t you glad I made you come outside?” McKenna asks me.

I smile. “Yeah. I did need a break. Thanks, sis.”

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Hey y’all! I hope you enjoyed that photostory! I hope you noticed that picture quality was a lot better . . . I managed to make the out-of-comission camera work! It can’t do super up-close pictures, but if I’m a foot away from the dolls and use the zoom-in, I can make it work. No more iPad!

Do you like McKenna’s kuspuk? In case you don’t know, a kuspuk is an Alaska native parka that is used in the warmer months and over warmer parkas in the colder months. My grandma gave me this one for Christmas. I love the aurora pattern!

Have you guys ever seen an aurora? I have! It’s incredible.

Happy Monday, and see you in a few days! Oh, and happy Columbus Day!

-AGs in Alaska-

The Great Solar Eclipse Photostory

It’s August 21, 2017. An ordinary Monday, but then again, not really. Today is the day that the first total solar eclipse from coast-to-coast in the United States since 1979 will be happening. And the next one is in just seven years, which is very soon, considering total solar eclipses are usually far apart.

Lindsey and I are going to be viewing the eclipse from our neighborhood park. We won’t be able to see the entire eclipse, since we’re in Alaska, but we’ll be able to see part of it. The moon will come in from the right, cover the right side, then cover the bottom, and then  sink before covering the left side. Like this:

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And with our special glasses, we’ll be able to look directly at the sun! But not for more than a minute at a time – we have to rest our eyes so they don’t get damaged.

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In addition to loving animals, I’m also interested in the solar system and eclipses and the stars and things like that. This is a big day for me.

“The eclipse should be starting any minute now,” Lindsey tells me. “I guess we can put our glasses on.”

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I slip mine over my glasses and look up at the sun. The moon isn’t covering it yet, so it just looks like a bright, round ball up in the sky. I avert my eyes so they don’t get hurt. I don’t want to spend too much time looking up at the sun when the eclipse isn’t even happening here yet.

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A couple minutes later, Lindsey and I look back up. I gasp.

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I can see the edge of the moon covering the sun!

“Wow!” Lindsey shrieks. That’s awesome!

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Chocolate Chip barks up at the sky. Lindsey and I grin at each other and laugh.

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After resting our eyes again, we look back up. Even more of the moon is covering the sun, making the sun look like the moon at night, like roles were reversed.

“That is so cool,” I say. I’ll never forget this day, or the amazing eclipse. Seven years from now, I’ll look up at the next total eclipse and remember this one.

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Half an hour goes by, with Lindsey and I periodically checking the sun. It’s now at its peak for Alaska. The right side is almost completely covered.

Another hour later, I sigh regretfully as the moon slips under the sun, revealing the glowing ball of bright gas. “It’s over.”

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“Yeah, but don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened,” Lindsey reminds me, quoting Dr. Seuss. “And you were smiling a lot.”

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This makes me grin. Lindsey and I start packing up our stuff.

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“Hey, Lindsey,” I say. “Do you want to watch the next eclipse with me?”

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Lindsey laughs. “It’s not for seven years!”

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“I know,” I say. “But do you?”

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Lindsey doesn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

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And we head for home.

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How did you guys like that photostory? Unfortunately, it’s not as cool as I would like it to be, because a) I took the pictures with my mom’s iPad, b) it was raining,  c) I felt very pressured for time because I didn’t want to get the iPad very wet, and d) the dolls are wet in the pictures. So there you have it. I promise my next photostory will be better.

However, I’m glad my first one could be about such a memorable day. Did you guys watch the eclipse? If so, what was it like for you? It was too rainy here to see it, so we watched it on TV.

-AGs in Alaska-