Crayon Rocket

Dear Mary,

This letter is to say that I like you. I like it when you smile at my funny faces. The best part of school is sitting across from you. In the third grade, I looked out the window lots but now I look more at you. I had a dream that you and me got in a rocket. It was shaped like a crayon. It was a green rocket with white fins. My mom packed our lunch and we had chocolate milk too.

You wanted to go to the Milky Way and go swimming in the cloudy stuff. We landed on Mars and looked at the Earth. We waved at our parents but they couldn't see us because they were little as ants. I let you drive in the asteroid field. We almost ran out of gas but my dog, Waggy, barked when he saw a gas station on a star.

When we got to the Milky Way, we got to eat cotton candy. You pulled in a bunch of it from your window. You smiled just like you smile at me in class. You did a space walk and did hop scotch through the Big Dipper. Me and Waggy held a jump rope when you floated in space like the Astronauts do. You and me did hold hands when we runned over a Venus rainbow. I woke up when mom tugged my toe.

It was the funnest dream I ever had. Mom said I should thank you for helping me always get my wheel chair over that stupid sidewalk bump by the bus stop. So thank you Mary. I just wanted to tell you about my good dream and I like you. Please don't open this and read it till you get home. I'm bringing our class some of mom's cookies for snack tomorrow. I wish we could fly home on the rocket that looks like a crayon after school. Just you and me and Waggy.

See you at school.

Timothy