Firsts by Tate

When I came back from Canada, the first thing I saw was the dead, brown grass.  The first friends we saw were Wayne and Joyce. They drove to the airport in our car to pick us up.

Last night we went to the pastor's house to eat dinner. We eat beans, rice and meat and something else and juice.  The juice smelled funny and the meat smelled tasty.  Mum said the something else was lentils, I don't remember what it smelled like but it looked like it was fish scales.