I remember my first steps.. I just made them. In my kitchen by the table, I raise up and slowly drag my feet to the other end of the table.. my mom and dad hugged and they were so happy.
I slowly try to wobble myself to them but I fail, I fall. My mom and dad are still proud of me, for taking my first few steps. Could I walk soon?
My mom comes to me and hugs me and my dad does the same. Mom picks me up and puts me in my play pen so mom and dad can do house chores.
I was so determined to be able to walk so I kept trying. I started crying so my mom would let me out so I would be able to practice walking.
My mom let's me out and says," be careful, don't get into anything." And then she walks away. I start practicing but I keep falling. I take a few steps and then I fall! I finally try one more time. I lift one foot up and PUSH it in front of the other and then I do it again with the other foot. I did it! I walked all the way to the front door from the kitchen door!
My mom watches me as I push and push my way to her.
Sorry for the first part being short. I have cheerleading practice today in a little bit. I will try to post later.
Buh Bye!
-Katie😜
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Baby Steps|Katie Cross
ActionI remember my first step like it was yesterday.. was it yesterday? I'm 14 Years old and I Live in New Orleans and also.. I am an only child, I live with my mom and dad.
