Diego

When I was little diego

I am funny outging.

I wonder why dose people run.

I hear people are saying bad word.

Isee guying fighting.

I want a blaldbay.

I am funny and outgoing I pretend to be fuying. I feel like to be rich. I touch the ball. I worry that people talk about me. I cry when i see. I am fuuny and outgoing. I understand that am not cool. I say let go to road. I dream hunted house. I try to fix my skateboard. I hope I get blade bay. I am funny and out going.

When I grow up Diego