SAMPLE PAGES: pages 3 & 4 For readers ages 8 to 12 Jelly thumbed through the pages, not particularly impressed until she reached page eight. An advertisement in big, black, bold letters caught her eye. “How To Build Your Own Time Travel Kit. Step-By-Step Instructions. Also, How To Set The Time Capsule to the Year and Date you Want to Travel To,” she finished reading aloud becoming more excited at the notion of it all. Jelly positioned herself against a wooden beam on her front porch and sat up. And, as usual to make things more interesting, she became more animated in her speech sounding like an announcer on a television commercial. “Includes a complete set of instructions. and, if you buy before September, you will receive a complete history guide book, plus a cassette titled: ‘How o Visualize the Events in History You Want to Travel To.”” Wow! Jelly thought. Now, that is something I can really sink my teeth into to. Hmm, I know! Mom would especially love the fact that I would be learning about history. she is always telling me that if I could just learn to relax and slow myself down, I could accomplish great things. Jelly lowered the catalog down onto her lap and looked out into the front yard. “Ha! Like that will tame me,” she said laughing aloud. Every time grownups see me coming near, I know they think I am going to ask them a question about life. But, before I can say hi, they scurry into their homes. Like their time is more valuable than mine. Please! I like the idea of time travel, though, Jelly thought. It sounds like a terrific way to meet he people I have read about in History class. Hey maybe I can travel into the future and find a cure for my freckles, and a cowlick that I have growing larger and larger in the back of my hair. From the day that I was born, mom told me that I had bad hair. She says that my reddish-brown hair is too thick and wiry; that it gives the appearance of an airplane about to take off in flight, she thought slapping her knee in jest. Jelly smiled to herself as she remembered then shouted, “Ya know the thought of going through life as one big freckle, really doesn’t appeal to me.” She scratched her back against the wooden post. “Ahh,” she sighed, “now that feels better.” She closed her eyes and visualized herself traveling through time. Under her breath she whispered, “I can see the headlines now, “TEN YEAR OLD GIRL FINDS CURE FOR BAD HAIR, WINS NOBEL PRIZE.”

SAMPLE PAGES: pages 3 & 4 For readers ages 8 to 12

Jelly thumbed through the pages, not particularly impressed until she reached page eight. An advertisement in big, black, bold letters caught her eye. “How To Build Your Own Time Travel Kit. Step-By-Step Instructions. Also, How To Set The Time Capsule to the Year and Date you Want to Travel To,” she finished reading aloud becoming more excited at the notion of it all.

Jelly positioned herself against a wooden beam on her front porch and sat up. And, as usual to make things more interesting, she became more animated in her speech sounding like an announcer on a television commercial. “Includes a complete set of instructions. and, if you buy before September, you will receive a complete history guide book, plus a cassette titled: ‘How o Visualize the Events in History You Want to Travel To.””

Wow! Jelly thought. Now, that is something I can really sink my teeth into to. Hmm, I know! Mom would especially love the fact that I would be learning about history. she is always telling me that if I could just learn to relax and slow myself down, I could accomplish great things.

Jelly lowered the catalog down onto her lap and looked out into the front yard. “Ha! Like that will tame me,” she said laughing aloud. Every time grownups see me coming near, I know they think I am going to ask them a question about life. But, before I can say hi, they scurry into their homes. Like their time is more valuable than mine. Please!

I like the idea of time travel, though, Jelly thought. It sounds like a terrific way to meet he people I have read about in History class. Hey maybe I can travel into the future and find a cure for my freckles, and a cowlick that I have growing larger and larger in the back of my hair. From the day that I was born, mom told me that I had bad hair. She says that my reddish-brown hair is too thick and wiry; that it gives the appearance of an airplane about to take off in flight, she thought slapping her knee in jest.

Jelly smiled to herself as she remembered then shouted, “Ya know the thought of going through life as one big freckle, really doesn’t appeal to me.”

She scratched her back against the wooden post. “Ahh,” she sighed, “now that feels better.” She closed her eyes and visualized herself traveling through time. Under her breath she whispered, “I can see the headlines now, “TEN YEAR OLD GIRL FINDS CURE FOR BAD HAIR, WINS NOBEL PRIZE.”

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