It smelled like cotton candy. I heard people screaming.

Spring Break of the Damned: excerpts from essays written by schoolchildren, describing their vacations (printed today in the Santa Barbara Independent)

  • I got wet by an elephant.

  • There was this one ocean where my dad lost his glasses.

  • We never really had an explosion, but it was fun.

  • When we got there, I smelled pizza and soup.

  • My aunt didn’t even scream that much.

  • When I went to San Francisco, I saw a lot of water.

  • It smelled like hot dogs. I felt full of glory!

  • My cousins live there, but I forget their names.

  • We also saw seals feeding, which was certainly a grim spectacle.

  • The beach looked kind of dark. I could hear people playing in the sand.

  • The first day we spent unpacking, and getting used to all the French.

  • When we went to the beach we saw a dead fish lying on the sand.

  • We saw Elvis on the roof!

  • I smelled a lot of bleach, French toast, and cooked chicken.

  • It felt like I was a patty being burned on a grill.

  • The chairs looked like electrical chairs.

  • Maine was the best because I could do whatever I wanted to do. The person I stayed with had guns.

  • This guy comes every year and hits people with a big knife and had a mask and a purple dress.

  • When I got [to Mexico], it was loud, and there were lots of rocks and dirt.

  • My uncle is an artist and he paints weird pictures.

  • During an eight-hour drive back to Santa Barbara I had to listen to the Macarena!

  • The most important thing about my vacation is that I got a puppy.



Star of the day. . .Norma Desmond
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