How I Became Flat Stanley

Hi! My name is Flat Stanley.  I bet you are wondering how I became flat.  Well you are not going to believe it, but here is what happened.  Last summer my family and I went on vacation to a magical place in Florida.  My older brother and I were very excited.  We rode all the rides and attended all the shows.  As we were walking back to our room one evening, we walked by a group of children sitting on the ground listening to a beautiful princess reading from a gigantic book that was taller than my father.  My parents told me that I could stay as long as I met them back in the room.  So I sat criss-cross applesauce just like I was taught in kindergarten to listen to this beautiful princess read the story.  Then she asked for a volunteer to help her turn the pages of this giant book, of course I raised my hand. I couldn’t believe it when she pointed at me to be her special helper.  I was doing a really good job when out of nowhere came a giant gust of wind.  I stepped inside the book to shield myself from the wind.  The wind was so strong that it shut the book with me inside it.  Now I love to read and I can really get into a story, but this was ridiculous.  I couldn’t move or talk.  I could hear people trying to pry the book open.  It took the beautiful princess, a guy dressed like a prince, a girl dressed like a mermaid, and another guy dressed like a cowboy to finally open the book.  By then I slid right out and I was as flat as a bookmark.

After my parents got over the initial shock, I was able to look on the bright side of things.  Being flat wasn’t going to be so bad after all.  When we were getting ready to take the long ride back home, I was able to talk my parents into letting me take a different route.  Instead of having to listen to me and my brother fighting in the back seat, I talked them into placing me in an envelope and mailing me home, so they dropped me off at the post office in Florida.  Everything was going as planned until the tractor trailer that was carrying the bags full of mail across the states broke down in Alabama.  What happened next changed my life forever.

As the bags were being transferred to another truck, a big gust of wind came and the bag I was in fell to the ground and out fell the envelope I was in.  The wind carried me across the road where a really nice lady found me a day later.  At first she was scared because I was talking to her from inside the envelope asking her to please let me out.  Once she finally did, I told her my story and we became instant friends.  She asked me if I would like to visit her home and she would take me around her city to visit different places I might find interesting.  She said that after my visit she would place me back in an envelope and mail me home.  I knew it would make my brother jealous, so of course I stayed, and that is how my adventures began.

I decided to take a picture of myself at the different places and write about them in this blog, so that my family and friends could keep up with my adventures.  I hope you too will join me as I go out and about in Alabama.  Who knows where I will end up next.  Maybe I can visit you one day.

Until then,

Flat Stanley