It’s cloudy today; a strong wind is ripping through our area; a storm is drawing
near. Back home, I found that my dad had tacked two maps up in my room, but
the upper one, the world map, is too high. I have to climb onto
something to take a closer look at it. My dad probably intended to have me memorise
all the names of the fifty states first. By the way, these maps are not accurate
enough nor detailed with landforms. Instead, they feature specialities of each
region, such as two dice for Las Vegas and a cowboy for Texas. It’s fun to stare at
them and imagine what all these places are like.
Your writing has improved a lot.