By Katie, age 8
It was spring of 2021 when my friend, Ella and I were roller blading down our street and we spotted a dried worm in the middle of the road. We told our brothers and another friend who came over to check it out. Everyone was grossed out and nobody wanted to touch it. Finally, our brothers’ friend, Nico, picked it up and tossed it into the grass. Ella and I decided it was not a safe spot for the worm. We took the worm to a safer spot in Ella’s yard and made a little dirt home for him. We told my mom and she gave us a book about worms where we learned that worms like to be moist. So Ella got an eye dropper of water and moistened the worm. Eddie, Ella’s brother, named him Willie. Unfortunately, Willie died. But it sparked something inside Ella and I. From then on, we spent hours after school and on weekends gathering worms from sidewalks and puddles.
We established a worm hotel/hospital in my backyard. We did it for months. It gave us something to look forward to everyday and made us best friends.