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STAAR Personal Narrative Prompt Grade 4. Look at the picture below. It takes talent to balance a basketball on your finger. Write about a time when you discovered that you were good at something. STAAR Personal Narrative Prompt Grade 4 . Be sure to− write about a personal experience
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STAAR Personal Narrative Prompt Grade 4 Look at the picture below. It takes talent to balance a basketball on your finger. Write about a time when you discovered that you were good at something.
STAAR Personal Narrative Prompt Grade 4 Be sure to− • write about a personal experience • organize your writing • develop your ideas in detail • choose your words carefully • use correct spelling, capitalization, punctuation, grammar, and sentences
Grade 4 Personal Narrative Score Point 4 I learned how to ride a bicycle after being helped. One breezy afternoon, I was blowing bubbles in my front yard, and a man on a bicycle pedalled by. “Daddy, Daddy!” I cried. “I wanna try that!” “Okay. I’ll go get the bike and helmet,” he said, walking toward the side of the house, where we keep the bikes. Soon enough, there was a helmet strapped to my head, a bike beneath me, and a father beside me. My legs began circling and I started rolling, my father jogging beside me ready to catch me if I tumble. Forgetting to turn, I skidded to a halt at the curb. A sharp pain stabbed my knee, and I felt something trickle down my leg. I stood up and limped back across the street, while my father rolled the
Grade 4 Personal Narrative bike next to me. “Maybe we should try again tomorrow,” he said gently. I nodded in agreement. That night I dreamed I was a professional cyclist. I won every race I was a part of. Suddenly my wheel hit a rock and—my eyes jolted open. I tossed clean clothes on, rushed downstairs, had breakfast, and told my dad I was ready. I hopped back on the bike and started moving again, slowly my dad let go of my shoulders. I was doing it! I was riding a bike! I stopped and walked the bike back. I was proud of myself. One weekend I even begged to go on a bike ride. He finally said yes and off we went. (This composition was handwritten on 23 lines.)