Hello world!
I went to Belgium with my mummy and daddy and my gramma and grandpa. We stayed at a lady's house named Katrine. The two things I remember the best: the street sweeper and the rubbish trucks. I also went to the beach and played in the sea and built a sandcastle, and I ate ice cream.
I like Belgium a lot. We drove our car onto the train and went through a long tunnel and listened to the Hobbit on a CD. When we drove home though, I puked all over: I puked on me, on the car, and on my daddy's jammies. It was so yucky. My dad had to stop driving so I could get new clothes on.
There were lots of good parks to play in Belgium, too. One had some strawberries growing. At Katrine's house there was a big cherry tree and I ate lots of cherries. My cherry tree at my house has cherries now, too. There are cherry trees at our park on my walk to school; they're kind of sour but I still like them. Sometimes I swallow the seed.
I said to my mummy in a deep growly voice: "I'm a man!" and then I told her in my normal voice: "I'm Franklin again."
Love,
Franklin
