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The Thing I'm Most Proud Of

Everyone has something they are really proud of. For some kids, it might be winning a big sports trophy or getting straight A's on their report card. But for me, the thing I'm most proud of is my little sister Lucy and how I helped take care of her when she was born.

Lucy came into the world three years ago, when I was seven years old. Before she was born, I was an only child and I got all the attention from my mom and dad. I loved it that way and I didn't really want anything to change. But then my parents told me the exciting news that I was going to be a big brother! At first, I wasn't sure how to feel about having a little sister. I was a little worried that my parents wouldn't love me as much anymore once the baby came. My friend Tyler, who has three younger brothers, told me that babies just cry all the time and make messes. It sounded kind of annoying! But my parents assured me that they would still love me just as much, and that

being a big brother was a huge responsibility that only I could handle.

In the months before Lucy was born, we had to get everything ready for her arrival. My parents turned the spare bedroom into a beautiful nursery with a crib, a rocking chair, and lots of pink decorations. We also had to baby-proof the house by installingbaby gates and tying up any loose cords. I even got to help pick out some stuffed animals and books to go in Lucy's new room.

Finally, the big day came when my mom went into labor and had to go to the hospital. I remember feeling so excited and nervous at the same time. My dad's parents came over to stay with me while my mom and dad went to have the baby. It felt like forever while we were waiting, but finally my dad called with the happy news - Lucy had arrived!

The next day, we went to the hospital to meet my tiny new sister for the first time. She was so small and fragile, weighing only 6 pounds. She had a little tuft of blonde hair and the most adorable pouty lips. When the nurse placed her gently in my arms, I was overcome with a feeling of pure love. From that moment on, I knew I wanted to do everything I could to protect her.

Once we all got home from the hospital, it was my job as the big brother to help my parents out with Lucy as much as I could. I learned how to carefully hold her, rock her to sleep, and make silly faces to stop her from crying. When she was a little bigger, I even got to help feed her bottles of milk and mushy baby food. It was hard work, but I was so proud to be contributing.

Being a big brother also meant I had to set a good example for my little sister. I tried my best to listen to my parents, stay out of trouble, and keep my room clean because I knew Lucy was watching me. I wanted to be a good role model that she could look up to.

As Lucy kept growing, we became the best of friends. I taught her games like Peek-a-Boo and Read-a-Little-Book. We'd have epic adventures around the house, turning blankets into forts and letting our imaginations run wild. Lucy always wanted to tag along and do everything I was doing. Sometimes I'd get annoyed because little siblings can be pesky, but most of the time I loved having my partner in crime.

My favorite Lucy memories are from when she was first starting to talk. She couldn't quite say my name \"Connor\" properly, so she called me \"Kwonor\" instead. It was just about the cutest thing ever. I'll never forget the first time she told me \"I

lov'oo Kwonor!\" while giving me a slobbery kiss on the cheek. In that moment, I felt like the luckiest big brother ever. Now that Lucy is three years old, she has turned into a rambunctious little tornado of endless energy. She is always getting into things she shouldn't, leaving toys and books strewn all over the house. Sometimes she drives me crazy, but I still adore her more than anything. She depends on me to help her out, keep her safe, and show her the ways of the world.

I know there will be many more adventures and memories to come as Lucy and I both continue to grow up together. My role as big brother is one of the most important jobs I'll ever have. Being there for her from the very beginning and watching her learn and change every single day has brought me more pride than anything else in my life so far.

Lucy is my sweet, funny, stubborn little best friend. She drives me nuts sometimes, but she also gives me a million reasons to smile every single day. I am proud of the close bond we share and how I've been able to help guide her and keep her out of trouble (well, most of the time!). Someday when Lucy is all grown up, I'll tell her again how lucky I felt to be her big brother and how much I loved her from the minute I first held her in my

arms. She made me a better person, and for that, I will always be grateful.

篇2

The Thing I'm Most Proud Of

Hi there! My name is Jamie and I'm 10 years old. Today I want to tell you about the thing I'm most proud of in my whole life so far. It's a pretty big deal, at least to me it is. Get ready for an amazing story!

It all started a few years ago when I was just 7 years old. One day after school, I was playing outside when I saw a little puppy all alone in our neighbor's yard. The puppy looked scared and was shivering. I asked my mom if we could keep it, but she said no because we already had a cat named Whiskers. I was really sad, but I knew I had to do something to help that poor little puppy.

I made a plan. That night after dinner, I snuck the puppy into our garage and gave it some food and water I had taken from the kitchen. I made a little bed for it out of an old blanket too. The puppy seemed so happy and grateful! I named him Rufus. For the next few days, I kept Rufus a total secret from my mom and dad. Whenever they went out, I would sneak Rufus

into the house to play. I had to be really quiet and careful so they wouldn't find out. It was hard work, but I loved taking care of that cute little puppy.

Well, you can probably guess what happened next. One day my mom came home early from work and caught me

red-handed with Rufus! I was in so much trouble. My mom said we absolutely could not keep the puppy and that I had

disobeyed the rules big time. I started crying and crying, begging her to let me keep Rufus. That's when my dad had an idea. He said that if I could successfully take full responsibility for Rufus - feeding him, giving him baths, taking him on walks, cleaning up after him - for two whole weeks, then we could keep him. But if I failed at all, we'd have to find Rufus a new home. It was a deal!

Those two weeks were the hardest two weeks of my entire life! Every morning before school, I had to wake up super early to feed Rufus and take him outside to go potty. As soon as I got home from school, I had to take him on a long walk and then give him a bath. After dinner, I had to take him on another walk before bedtime. Cleaning up his messes was the worst part - so gross! A few times I was so tired that I slept through my alarm and my dad had to take care of Rufus for me. But I never gave up.

Finally, after 14 days, I had done it! I successfully took care of Rufus all by myself. My parents were so impressed by how responsible and hardworking I had been. They officially allowed us to keep Rufus as our new family pet. I was overjoyed!

That experience truly was life-changing for me. Before Rufus, I'll admit I was a pretty irresponsible kid. I never made my bed, left toys everywhere, and expected my parents to do everything for me. But taking care of Rufus gave me a wake-up call on what it means to be responsible. Suddenly, I had this little life that was depending on me for everything. If I didn't feed him or give him water or clean up after him, Rufus would suffer. It forced me to be way more mature and disciplined than I had ever been before. Even though it was incredibly hard work, I'm so proud that I stuck with it and proved I could handle the responsibility. Rufus has now been part of our family for 3 years, and he's honestly my best friend in the whole world. I take him on walks and runs, taught him tons of cool tricks, and cuddle with him every night before bed. I'm the one who trims his nails, gives him baths, and takes him to the vet for checkups. Rufus means everything to me. More importantly though, my experience with Rufus taught me that I'm capable of much more than I ever imagined. If a little 7-year-old kid like me could successfully take care of a puppy all

alone, that showed I can achieve anything I set my mind to, no matter how difficult. Whenever I feel unmotivated now, I remind myself of how I never gave up on Rufus during those two challenging weeks. That inspires me to work harder and be more responsible, whether it's at school, home, or whatever I'm doing. So that's the story of the thing I'm most proud of - the time I convinced my parents to let me keep Rufus by proving how responsible I could be. It was honestly one of the hardest challenges I've ever faced, but also the most rewarding. Caring for Rufus transformed me from an irresponsible little kid to someone much more mature and disciplined. He's the best dog in the world, but he also taught me that I'm capable of incredible things when I put my mind to it. I'll never forget that life-changing experience!

篇3

The Thing I'm Most Proud Of

I'm really proud of a lot of things, but the thing I'm most proud of is when I helped save my neighbor's dog Rufus. Rufus is a big shaggy golden retriever and he's really friendly and loves to play fetch. He's kind of old but still really energetic most of the time.

One day after school, I was outside playing catch with my friend Tommy. We were tossing the ball back and forth in his front yard. Tommy's really good at sports so he can throw the ball really far. He threw it a little too hard though and it went bouncing down the street and into Mr. Wilson's yard next door. Tommy and I looked at each other. We knew Mr. Wilson is a grumpy old man who doesn't really like kids. He's always yelling at us to stay off his precious lawn and not let any of our toys go into his yard. Once he even chased me and Tommy down the street shaking his cane at us because our frisbee accidentally landed in his flower bed.

So we were kind of scared to go get the ball from his yard. But we didn't want to lose the ball either because it was my favorite one. I decided to be brave and just sneak into his yard really quick and grab it.

I tiptoed quietly across Mr. Wilson's lawn, trying not to step on any of his flowers or make any noise. I could see the ball lying near the edge of his yard closest to the sidewalk. Just as I bent down to pick it up, I heard a loud booming bark behind me. I turned around and saw Rufus, Mr. Wilson's big dog, charging straight towards me!

I froze in fear. Rufus looked so huge running at me with his teeth bared. I was terrified he was going to attack me. He got closer and closer and then at the last second turned and ran past me out into the street! That's when I saw the huge delivery truck barreling down the road straight towards Rufus!

Without even thinking, I took off running full speed towards Rufus. He must not have seen or heard the truck coming. I chased after him into the street waving my arms and yelling \"No Rufus! Stop! Go home!\" But Rufus didn't listen. He just kept running straight into the path of the oncoming truck.

I put on an extra burst of speed, pushing my little legs as hard as I could. Just as the truck was almost on top of Rufus, I dove forward and grabbed him around the middle, pulling him out of the way just in time. The truck rushed past so close I could feel the rush of wind from it.

Rufus and I tumbled across the pavement. Once we stopped rolling, I looked down and saw I had scraped and cut up my knees and hands pretty bad. They were all bloody and stinging like crazy. But I didn't even care because I was so relieved that Rufus was ok.

Just then Mr. Wilson came running out of his house yelling \"Rufus! Rufus!\" When he saw me on the ground with Rufus, he

looked extremely worried at first. But then when he realized we were alright, his face softened.

\"Young man, you just saved my dear Rufus's life!\" he exclaimed as he hurried over. \"You ran right into the street after him without any thought for your own safety. That was incredibly brave of you.\"

I just shrugged shyly, still catching my breath. Up until then, I had thought Mr. Wilson was just a mean grumpy old person based on how he was always yelling at us kids. But seeing the tender way he looked at Rufus and the gratitude towards me in his eyes, I realized he actually had a sweet side. He cared a lot about his dog.

Mr. Wilson gently picked up Rufus and turned to me. \"Thank you, son. You're a hero. If there's anything I can ever do to repay you, you just let me know.\" Then he noticed my skinned up knees and hands. \"Oh my, you're hurt! Let's get you all cleaned up.\" He brought me inside and helped clean and bandage up my scrapes and cuts. While he was doing that, Tommy came running in looking for me. He had seen the whole thing from his yard and was amazed at how I had risked getting hit by the truck to save Rufus.

After Mr. Wilson finished bandaging me up, he opened his fridge and gave me and Tommy both big ice cream sandwiches. \"For two very brave young men,\" he said with a warm smile. As we ate our ice cream, Mr. Wilson told us all about how Rufus was his best friend in the whole world ever since his wife passed away a few years ago.

From that day on, Mr. Wilson was always really nice to me and Tommy. Sometimes he'd even let us play catch in his yard, as long as we were extra careful not to step on his flowers or leave any toys out. We'd throw the ball to Rufus too and he loved chasing after it and bringing it back to us, his tongue lolling out happily. I'm really proud that I was able to save Rufus that day and show what a great dog he is.

But I'm most proud that my actions changed how grumpy old Mr. Wilson saw kids like me. He realized we weren't just noisy neighborhood brats like he thought. By putting myself in danger to save his furry best friend, I proved to him that kids could be kind, caring and brave too. Mr. Wilson started looking at me, Tommy, and all the other kids on the block differently after that - with more respect and even a bit of fondness. And that's why I'm proudest of saving Rufus that day.