Stories about Imagiary Places for Childern

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    Stories about Imagiary Places for Childern

    When David Edwards was four years old, he asked his papa a maintenance man owner of a fine race car to take him for a ride as his birthday gift. When I am grown up 'The boysaid," I wans to race with you. And I will be the best race driver and my car will be bigger than yours. "God bless you, my grandson,"The papa answered, And since my car had to be fix all day I'll take you too see the race cars. It was a wonderful idea can we go on Saturday, I never seen car racing before, he was happy to see all the race cars on the race track his papa explained everything to him. when david had gone to the gate he stopped, is curiosity aroused, him to observe the other drivers that was on the race track and as the car rose to the gte and in his mind the cars rose to the surface at a distance his imaginary mind started him to thinking that someday he will see race cars racing on the moon and they indeed will b moving fast, carried by a great wind that always main ted the same distance. David though that it wouldn't attracted his papa. No longer saw other grandfather came down here standing by the fence?
    Grandpa ask David what are you staring at the cars. David said, "Papa come here and see."Papa came to see and looked in the other direction and indicated the boy was imagined he saw himself as grown up and he was racing his car that his papa had brought him for his birthday. "There's a car raised over the moon" despite my forty years, "said his papa I would neverbelieve that a race car made it too the moon to race. You must promise me you will never tell anyone. I am deeply trouble, the boy remained unsure if this was the day that all race car's will be racing on the moon and if this becomes real they are real because, I see them and talk with them as well. Others thinks I be talking to myself I know it sound razy but, papa it true. My imaginary friend name is Carl and he love race cars, i've seen him race his car it blue with white stripes and when he brings me to the race on the other side of the moon too race other cars on the other side of the world. Isn't that amazing and Carl always see them race"Grandpa pa just said,"son it's o.k. to have friends but, when friends start saying thing's aren't true who ever heard of cars racing on the moon? every Saturday night after the race they go to the other side of the world too race there cars you will see come on papa here is my friend Carl"where" asked, papa when the car's began to take off his papa couldn't believe they took off racing around the moon he seen it with his own eyes maybe grandpa it is a special day after all it's my birthday and all I wanted to do was be a race car driver tell me something! do you ever think they'll be race car drivers racing on the moon?

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