Once upon a time, at the young age of 4, I was in my summer camp in South America. It was time for lunch. I went with my group to wash my hands. I was having a great time when I saw a Dahlia plant and picked the flower. I put the flower next to my plate of food. When I finished eating, the flower was gone. I was looking everywhere for it and went back to my cabin crying. The next day when I went to the lunchroom, I found it in a glass jar on my lunch table. I became happy. When I got home the next month, I told my mom all about it, and she said that was her favorite flower. She had a whole story to share with me when I went to bed. When I turned 5, I told all my friends the story about the Lost Flower.
