Blog 5: Five Senses, Minus One 253 Words

   I have all of my five senses. I was born with all five of my senses like most other people. If I ever had to choose which sense I didn't want anymore, it would probably be my sense of smell. I wouldn't want to lose sight, taste, hearing, or feeling. If I lost sight or the sense of hearing I wouldn't be able to see and hear TV or listen to music and I don't think I could live without those two things. I would miss feeling different textures too. If I lost the sense of feel I wouldn't be able to feel my phone if it vibrated in my pocket.Taste would be bad to lose too because you wouldn't have any favorite food or know what food actually taste like. It would be like eating air or something tasteless. Without smelling I wouldn't have to smell any bad smelling things anymore but I would miss out on other smells. Like on Christmas I would miss the smell of ham cooking in the crock pot filling the house with the smell of ham. I would also miss out on whatever I was having for dinner or lunch because I couldn't smell it but I could still taste it. Food would still be the same just the flavor wouldn't be as strong if I lost my sense of smell. Losing a sense would be bad which ever sense you decided to lose, but some people don't get a choice on the senses they lose.

Blog 4: Design A Castaway Friend 250 Words

   If I somehow got stranded on an island I would be really lonely. I would search for a while and try to figure out how to get off the island. If I couldn't I would need a companion. To find a companion I would probably look for something that looked somewhat like a human head so I could talk to it. I would probably find a coconut. After that I would go find a sharp rock so I could carve eyes and a mouth on it. Then when I got lonely I could talk to it. Also I could drink the milk out of it. I would call him Coco becasue he is a coconut. I would take him everywhere with me when I explored the island or went hunting. I would go hunting and then if I didn't catch anything then I would talk to Coco for encouragement. Having a companion would most likely keep me sane longer than if there was nothing or no one to talk to. It would keep you sane longer because talking to something and expressing what you feel would relieve stress and tension so you wouldn't go crazy. If Coco died, like getting smashed or drieing up I could go get another one and draw a face on it with a sharp rock too. If there were no more coconnuts I would search the beach and try to be rescued or find something washed up on the beach to make my new friend.