Jess+M+HA

__//** MY TURTLE CHARLIE **//__
“Mum can I please get a turtle?” I asked. “Jess if you save up the money you can buy one yourself.” “Ok” I ran off to my room and tried to find ways of getting money so I could buy my turtle. Over the next few weeks I tried to save up the $160 dollars to buy it.

I finally got up to $120 dollars and I just needed the other $60. At Christmas I got an Iphone for my present but I decided I wanted a different phone, so I sold the phone to my brother for $300 dollars. 2 days late mum took me to get the turtle and thing for the tank. When I got to the Shop I ended up getting 2 baby turtle the size of a 50 cent coin.

I named them Charlie and Sam. After a couple of weeks I realized Sam was sick so I took him back and they gave me another one and I named it Tim. I have had the turtle for about 4 months now and they were so cute but just last week Tim passed away from a disease.

Charlie is fine and he is going well. He is adorable and I love him to bits he is a very smart. When I feed him he opens his mouth up really wide and takes a really big bite. He also tries to climb up the side of his container that I feed him in and he can never get over, it is hilarious watching him. When I let him out for a run he is very fast, whoever said turtles where slow, well the wrong. I am glad I got to buy a turtle he is a very important part in my life and I hope i never lose him.

 Pop's World War 2 Medals

When I was younger I always asked about my Pop, and my parents always told me he was in World War 2. I wanted to know more, but it was hard because I was too young to understand any of it. Now that I am older I got to learn what my Pop went through. My Pop’s name is Clifford John Walter Miller. He was born in the 6/6/1922. Jess, just add a paragraph here about his life in Ararat. That would be or interest to anyone on this site. What was his job? Did he have siblings? How many children did he have? Etc anything on a personal interest level just adds a bit of interest to this story. When my Pop went to sign up for the war he told them that he was born in 1920, so he was 2 years older that he really was. Pop survived the war. I don’t remember my Pop from when I was little because he died when I was 3, but I knew that he was a great man. From the war my Pop earned a few medals. I am not sure how many exactly he got, but we have 2 of them. When he was in the war he also got to travel overseas. He went to Japan and Papua New Guinea. My Pop is my dad’s father so his medals were passed down to our family. At first my auntie had all the medals, and then for my dads 40th birthday she gave my dad 2 of the medals so we had something to remember him by. The medals remind us what he went through and how brave he was to do what he did for our country. We now have the medals framed and hanging up on our wall at home. These 2 medals are very precious to my dad. It is something that he can remember his father by and that my sister and I can remember our Pop by.