On September 6, 2011, my family bought
five baby chicks. When we got home, my
sister and I tried to pick up our chicks to put them in their new cage. Mama had to eventually put my chick in my
hands because I had a hard time picking mine up.
I felt really strange holding a chick for the
first time, but soon I slowly started to get used to it even though she was
trying to flap her wings to get out of my hand.
Suddenly, she flapped right out of my hand and landed on the ground
trying to run away from me. When we
caught her we put her back with the others.
I
felt sad and disappointed after trying to hold her a few more times because I
love animals and I was not doing well with this one. Mama told me not to worry since it was my
first time getting chicks. Then we spent
time with our chicks, getting to know them and their personalities and we came
up with names for each of them; I named mine Rosie.
After
my sister and I regularly visited them throughout the day, I finally became an
expert at holding Rosie, and I think she got used to me too. I will never forget the first time I held my
Rosie.
First Autobiographical
Incident
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