mirror+witing

This is my MIRROR WRITING I hope you enjoy.

The small boy looking back at me seems familiar. He has long gray brown hair that looks scruffy and always gets in his face. His eyes are a cat brown color that look viscous and they're good at seeing things small. They always look exhausted and shut because he never gets a good enough sleep. There is an earing that makes him glow like a glow worm, it is a diamond star that has stayed in their for a long time now. On his face there are freckles, he doesn't really like them because they sort of hide whats really there but his Mum and Dad say, 'That's what makes you unique'. When he was born into this strange world, it was 1998, the 17th of March in the Waikato Hospital around 9:00p.m. So far, he has lived through no bone __breakage__ and can remember his bright and not so bright memories. Like the time when he was 6 and was playing bat down with his older brother Braden. When it was his turn, he accidentally hit it about 15 meters with aggressive power, nearly braking the window. Luckily for him his Mum didn't wake up. He had put the ball in a bad position. His ambitions are becoming a very talented chef or owning his own restaurant. If not, he'll help his Dad out at his own sound and lighting business. (Doing gigs and helping out bands for concerts and stuff like that.) At school his favorite subjects are music, art and soon cooking.

I wonder, could you add more descriptive language to your memory? What was the weather like when you were playing bat down? Which window did you nearly break? What thoughts and feelings were going through your head? There are a few spelling errors, I have underlined those.//**
 * //Miss Crawford - I love your physical description, a great use of adjectives and similes!

The small boy looking back at me seems familiar. He has long gray brown hair that looks scruffy and always gets in his face. His eyes are a cat brown color that look viscous and they're good at seeing things small. They always look exhausted and shut because he never gets a good enough sleep. There is an earing that makes him glow like a glow worm, it is a diamond star that has stayed in their for a long time now. On his face there are freckles, he doesn't really like them because they sort of hide whats really there but his Mum and Dad say, 'That's what makes you unique'. When he was born into this strange world, it was 1998, the 17th of March in the Waikato Hospital around 9:00p.m. So far, he has lived through no bone breakage and can remember his bright and not so bright memories. Like the time when he was 6 and was playing bat down with his older brother Braden when the weather was like a hurricane was coming. When it was his turn, he accidentally hit it about 15 meters with aggressive power, (nearly braking the back window under neath the flower garden leading to one of the rooms) window. Luckily for him his Mum didn't wake up. He was so shocked with fear after the smack of the window and he had put the ball in a very bad position as saying putting it behind one of the bushes.

His ambitions are becoming a very talented chef or owning his own restaurant. If not, he'll help his Dad out at his own sound and lighting business. (Doing gigs and helping out bands for concerts and stuff like that.) At school his favorite subjects are music, art and soon cooking.