Yesterday I woke from my deep slumber to find my mom screaming at my brother. I went downstairs to see what it was and I found out the screeching was my mom scolding my brother about his mirror images. So I decided to talk about mirrors today. I am not going to make a poem about mirrors I am just going to talk about them. I love the fact that mirrors are just highly reflective glass. It shows that a dirty smudged glass in the dustbin can be a marvel hung up in a palace. Did you know that the inventor of the mirror came from France. That is over four thousand miles away! Speaking of people with mirrors I do aa strange thing and talk to my reflection. I actually can make a really developed conversation with someone who mirrors what I say. I actually do this with my shadow which is my next blog video.
What strange activities do you do in your free time?