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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sat, 31 Jul 2010 02:31:00 GMT--><rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><title>hannah's blog</title><link>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/</link><description></description><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 15:05:16 +0000</lastBuildDate><copyright></copyright><language>en-US</language><generator>Squarespace Site Server v5.11.5 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</generator><item><title>No Training Wheels For ME!</title><dc:creator>Peter DeSoto</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 14:56:22 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/2009/5/1/no-training-wheels-for-me.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">78153:3518256:3858834</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>On Monday, my brother, PJ, took me on my bike without my training wheels,&nbsp;and in two minutes i got&nbsp; the hang of it without my training wheels.&nbsp; I felt good.&nbsp; That day I went on my bike around the plazuela 4 times.&nbsp; I fell a little and i briused my knee.&nbsp; I felt sad, but i got up and I rode my bike to my house and got a hello kitty band aid.&nbsp; I showed my dad that i could ride my bike all by myself.&nbsp; I was happy.&nbsp;Now i ride my bike everyday.&nbsp; Sometimes, first thing in the morning, i get up and ask my mom&nbsp;if i can ride my bike around the plazuela.&nbsp; she says yes, sometimes.&nbsp;</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/rss-comments-entry-3858834.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>I Am Reading!!!!</title><dc:creator>Peter DeSoto</dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 14:49:13 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/2009/5/1/i-am-reading.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">78153:3518256:3858800</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>I am reading really, really good and I am almost done with my reading lesson.&nbsp; My mom teaches me almost everyday to read.&nbsp; She helps me to read.&nbsp; I like learning to read, but it is a little hard.&nbsp; I am happy that&nbsp;I can read because it is really fun.&nbsp; I like reading to my sister.&nbsp; I want to go to a library when I visit California this summer.&nbsp; I like libraries, but i don't like that i can't talk.&nbsp; This is hard for me because i LOVE talking!</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/rss-comments-entry-3858800.xml</wfw:commentRss></item><item><title>Riding My Bike</title><dc:creator>Peter DeSoto</dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 19:11:19 +0000</pubDate><link>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/2009/3/24/riding-my-bike.html</link><guid isPermaLink="false">78153:3518256:3436832</guid><description><![CDATA[<p>I love to ride my bike.&nbsp; I was very sad for 2 months, because i could not ride my bike.&nbsp; I could not ride my bike because my brother, Isaac left some of his nails out on accident and I rode over them.&nbsp; Two days ago my daddy was able to take me to the bike shop to get my bike fixed.&nbsp; I was so happy.&nbsp; Despues en ese dia, mi hermana y yo hugar con nuestra bicicletas.&nbsp; Estabamos muy contentas!&nbsp;</p>
<p>-Hannah</p>]]></description><wfw:commentRss>http://www.runningonwater.com/hannahs-blog/rss-comments-entry-3436832.xml</wfw:commentRss></item></channel></rss>