Marshmallow

Ok so most people are probably wondering why I called my blog The Marshmallow. Well the first reson why is I don't think the spelling looks correct even though I know it is so I use an a instead of an e for "mallow." And the second reason is in 5th grade when we went to Cal Wood aka outdoor ed they gave everybody a prompt. Our prompt was "Why does the wind blow?" We couldn't think of anything but we had to come up with something. Well we came up with a shadow of the plot but it was time to go to the campfire. Remember we had only 20 minutes to come up with something. Everybodys' plays were funny and creative like this one where they had to answer "How do beavers' tales  look the way they do?" Well they came up with that one beaver got caught in a waffle iron. :) Anyway so it was finally our turn to go. Did I mention that I played a GIGANTIC marshmallow. So what my cabin mates did was give me all of their blankets and pillows and I stuffed it in my giant white coat. I was so stuffed with pillows and blankets that I couldn't even move my arms. My cabin mates had to help me get to the campfire. It's over 100 degrees in my coat. So our story was there was this man who said that his little boy could play the flute to his rich brother but the boy couldn't. The man sold his son to his brother and the boy's uncle put the boy in a dungeon until he learned how to play like a musical genius. The little boy grew into a man in the dungeon and every time he played he made wind not sound. The boy was given a marshmallow as his only food once every year (me). The marshmallow wasvery stubborn and would always poke the little boy with a stick saying "Let's see how you like it being poked with a stick and being roasted over a fire." and then would run away. I always liked that memory. It was a fun time. That's why the wind blows and how I got the name. :)