i need someone to write a children's story that involves trucks . will give brainliest
YOUR OWN WORDS!!!!

Answer:

Hi- not sure how long you want it to be, or how advanced the vocab, but I gave it a go!

Explanation:

Edward was 4 when his mother gave him the toy truck. He was instantly in love. With little flames painted on the side and big wheels on the bottom, the toy was exciting and fun to play with. His parents, who saw how happy Edward was with the truck, gave him hundreds more trucks to keep him smiling. They gave him every truck imagineable- big, small, manual,  even remote controlled! Eventually, Edward had a small room full of trucks that he liked to play with. Even with all the other trucks, though, Edward's favorite was still the little truck with the flames.

One day, Edward was playing outside with his little flame truck when he pushed it too hard and it started rolling down the sidewalk. Edward started to chase after it when his parents started calling for him. "Edward, you know you aren't allowed to leave the front yard!" they said. Edward tried to explain what had happened, but by the time they started looking, Edward's truck was gone. Edward was heartbroken, and vowed to stay in his bed all day tomorrow.

The next day, a big green garbage truck stopped by Edward's house. Usually, Edward loved seeing the big truck in action, but today Edwards was too sad to go look. Soon, the doorbell rang. Edward ignored this, too.

"Edward! Come here, sweetie." yelled Edward's mother. Slowly, Edward got up from his bed and walked to the front door. Standing there was his mother and one of the garbage men. "The garbage man has something to give you," explained his mother.

The garbage man crouched down to be on eye-level with Edward. "I believe I have something that belongs to you," he said as he opened his fist. There was Edward's flamed truck! Edward through himself at the garbage man and thanked him for saving his truck.

Now, whenever the garbage truck stops by Edward's house, Edward waves to the garbage man with his own truck in his hands.

Answer:

    Trucks were a toy who were targeted towards boys.  Sasha was always told that trucks were meant for boys and that she should be playing with dolls instead.  However, Sasha could not let go of her fascination with trucks. She would steal them from her brother and would always play with them whenever she could.  No matter how clever she is in the end she was still just a child. Her mother soon caught on Sasha's antics to play with trucks.  She slapped Sasha and scolded her once again on how why could Sasha act like a normal girl and play with dolls. The girl felt hurt, her own mother who was supposed to protect her and show love towards her children slapper her own girl just because she did not fit in with the gender norms.

  Sasha felt immense pain not from her injury but from her heart, she felt betrayed but the only thing that could comfort her was trucks.  There was no particularly specific reason as to why she took a liking to them, she just does.  This incident did not waiver Sasha away from her interest in trucks. She would save up her money and would secretly buy toy trucks from the boys at the Elementary School.  She would draw them and play with them, since Sasha did not play with dolls she could not get along with her fellow female peers. They would tease her on how she tries to act so much like a boy but Sasha never wanted to be a boy she only wanted to play with trucks. Sasha began to hate trucks. Trucks were the reason why her mom slapped her, and the reason why she did not have any friends. The boys only interacted with her because of the money she pays them for their trucks.

    Her hatred for trucks only grew when her mother found her stash of trucks in her bedroom. Her mother started to yell profusely at her and begin to break the toys by throwing them on the floor.  Sasha began to tremble in fear and started to cry. She blamed everything on the trucks but even when she felt this pain because of the toys she could not bring herself to hate them for real.  Her brother was the only one who supported her he would defend her from their mother every time she would try to scold Sasha and would even gift his own toy trucks to her. Sasha would feel happy that at least one person could be on her side. Even if her beloved peers did not agree with Sasha's interest in trucks she continued to like them simply because she could not let herself hate trucks.

Explanation:

this is pretty bad lowkey but i tried lol  anything for them 5 points

edit: i didnt see that 6 paragraphs im out pretend i was never here~~~

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