The kiss that traveled to the Atlantic Ocean. (Our Own Stories).

There once was a little girl who lived high upon a mountain. One day she asked her daddy, "Where does the water in our pond go?"

He began to explain to her just where that water would go, when she bent down, scooped up a handful, and blew it a kiss good-bye.

As she listened to her father, she watched it fall down into the drain pipes and imagined all of the wonderful things her kiss would see along the way. It would get to go over the waterfalls by her Grandpa's shack, down the river past Carbondale, and then flow into Scranton. Then the kiss would travel by the Bloomsburg Fairgrounds. It might even float past Knoebels, where she and her family had camped every summer. Maybe along the way it would see relatives of hers, or the skyscrapers she had seen.

Finally it would float around the Atlantic Ocean, spreading her kisses everywhere.

And with that the little girl smiled.

Mallory Minor, Age 7
Pennsylvania