i got a kit for my birthday that has a lot of fun stuff in it it is a science kit you can make a lot of things with it and it is very fun if you do it right you can make
THe kit is very fun. I can build many things with my kit. the kit can build anything. Thaat is why i love this very beautiful kit. The kit can create my favorte things. I got this kit yesterday for my birthday. I love my kit very much. THis is my favorite birthday. I love my small kit. It is very fun to play with.
when i was littler, i had an amazing sewing kit. my kit was made up of all sorts of different kinds of thread, yarn, and string. i made all kinds of hats, scarves, and friendship bracelets with that kit:) it was so much fun. my friends and i all had matching bracelets. it was great. i loved all of my friends. we rocked with my kit:)
THe kit is very fun. I can build many things with my kit. the kit can build anything. Thaat is why i love this very beautiful kit. The kit can create my favorte things. I got this kit yesterday for my birthday. I love my kit very much.
To me when I here the word kit I think of little kittens,like in the Warrior books and the way they describe make me want to be in the book and see them myself.
I got an craft kit for my birthday. In the kit there was all sorts of things. I was so happy that i got what i wanted for my birthday. I love my kit so much!! My parents got me this amazing craft kit. This craft kit has all sorts of crafts in it. It has coloring pictures and even painting things.
a kit to me is like a sewing kit. a kit can be something you use to fix something repair something or make something stop bleeding like a first aid kit.
i had an art kit when i was a little girl. i carried it with me wherever i went. it was my best friend. and then one day a big bully came and took my cool kit away from me. i was very sad. ill n ever forget that tragic day.
i love to fly kits. They make me feel so free and alive. but kits can sometimes be difficult to fly well, i guess it would depend on the kind of kit you fly like, how ig it is, or where it came from.
He packed his kit and thought how much he would miss this place, miss her, miss his life together with her. But the war was raging, and he had to go. In his place stood emptiness.
The boy sat at the table, the pieces of plastic surrounding him, the smell of glue and paint was in the air as he studied the assembly plan for the kit, the proud intent to make the parts match the picture on the box cover.
ok so i’m reading this book called the witch of blackbird pond and the main character is this girl named kit. so that’s the first thing i thought of when i saw the word.
the next thing that comes to mind is like a tool kit or something.
i am a kit. you are a kit. we are all little kits, built meticulously and beautifully by a great Creator. each kit brings life to a bigger kit, the kingdom, to bring glory to the one who built it all. pieces to kits, kits of the king.
i have always envied my brother. he always had the best cds, he had guitars, and the best books. but, the thing that i envied most was his his drop set. i think it was because that it was his prized possession. i don’t think that i knew why i wanted it beyond that fact it belonged to my brother, and he wanted it.
I wish there was a kit that was available for purchase that would instruct us on how to live our lives. This would make life not only easier but the messy pieces fit in all together. But now that I think of it would I want to trade knowing for the certain fun uncertainty and choice? No.
The kit arrived in the mail today. I opened it up to find all the parts jumbled around inside. The little rods and springs all mixed together, the bags torn, the pieces in no discernible order. Needless to say, I was very disappointed.
The first-aid kit was lying at the bottom of my book-bag. Did I have the guts to do it? What if I hurt her?
She groaned, and rolled over, and I told her everything was going to be alright.
“Are you sure?” She asked, looking at me with her big brown eyes.
Nodding, I took out the tourniquet, and tied it around her leg, hoping that it would stop the flow of poison.
Still breathing heavily, her eyes closed.
OH NO!, I thought. I killed her!
Slowly though, her eyes blinked open, and she smiled at me.
“You saved me” She whispered. “You’re my hero”
Sighing with relief, I then grinned at the words I always wanted to hear from her.
“You’re worth saving” I whispered, before carrying her off into the sunset… Towards the nearest Ranger Station.
i used to build models. they come in kits.
geeky, i know, and a far cry from my rock and roll image.
but the memory is precious to me;
an innocence
a childhood
and that little boy lives still inside me somewhere
messing up
and looking for love
and building.
I carry a toolkit with me everyday. It is how I avoid breaking down when I think of things that make me miss my brother. That kit is filled with items that help me deal with grief. I know that if I can just keep using my tools for coping, that someday I will begin to seem normal.
The tool kit in the corner of my work shed is old. The blue-coated metal is rusting and creaks when the lid is opened. The wooden-handled tools are cracked and dry and, the metal there, rusty, too.
We’ve got a new boy in to do the garden. His name is Brendan and he’s nineteen, Best thing though is he likes to get his kit off when it gets too warm and by God I’d do him in a flash if he wasn’t gay (so he said). Damn waste of good pork.
Heart pounding,
palms sweating,
feet racing,
and my whole idea of the universe started to falter.
I rushed inside and grabbed the first aid kit
And hoped it wasn’t too late to save her.
A kit is a handy too. It collects all things and organises them to keep a track of everything. It can be of many things like, beauty items, cricketing gear etc. We must use our kits properly and keep useful things in them so as to utilise them properly.
Kit was certainly not seen by most to be “normal”. She was an outcast; she didn’t care nearly as much the others what those others thought of her. She was probably closer to an inner utopia than any of us would ever be. She was free. She was smart like that. Smart like I wish had been.
I used to have a purple kit bag and I thought I’d be really cool to decorate it with a bunch of badges. The next day, my boyfriend dumped me because he thought I was wierd. I cried so much. The thing is, I knew I was wierd. I still have the bag though, badges and all.
Little baby kit. Just sitting there watching me as I go to get the paper. He doesn’t move, he just watches with those big new eyes. Adoring and curious.
Kit was her name. She had aquamarine eyes, lids lined with kohl in a face of porcelain symmetry. She wore flower printed dresses and slippers with glitter. An image foreign to this dusty street in Kabul, where anger was rife.
Rose opened her pencil kit. She took the paper and lay it down on the desk, to begin drawing. She drew him. That boy, the one who saved her life. She didn’t understand why, but he had. She drew, for hours, before adding the final touches. And then it was done. But it wasn’t him. A drawing couldn’t fill her wishes.
I opened the box and poured the contents out. 1 beaker. 1 pipette. 1 pack magnesium. 1 pack yellow dye. I don’t really know what was in it. But I certainly knew how to grow space crystals. Best space crystal grower in town, in fact.
He bashes the kit like he is still exorcising teenage demons. With a glint in his eye he counts down the next burst of chaos. Nobody else had a voice in the room. I want to be like him when I am forty.
why is this always the first word when you log into this site? makes you think this project isn’t that creative anymore. kit, kit, kit. random words. i wonder who sits at home and creates sits like this. i guess it’s kind of cool but how do you get there? how do you make money? how do you survive? hmmmm.
kit kat. she was one of the few people i didn’t get along with. i think it is because i was jealous, but i just couldn’t click with her. she brought out the worst in tink as well. to be honest though, i would give just about anything to be back there with her. and everyone else.
i got a kit for my birthday that has a lot of fun stuff in it it is a science kit you can make a lot of things with it and it is very fun if you do it right you can make
Kit is like a first aid kit. A first aid kit its a box with things inside. It has Band-Aids and other things a i don’t know what it is.
kit is something that can hold items like a first aid kit or a kit for your clothes on a trip.
I have a first aid kit it has stuff in it for injurys
THe kit is very fun. I can build many things with my kit. the kit can build anything. Thaat is why i love this very beautiful kit. The kit can create my favorte things. I got this kit yesterday for my birthday. I love my kit very much. THis is my favorite birthday. I love my small kit. It is very fun to play with.
when i was littler, i had an amazing sewing kit. my kit was made up of all sorts of different kinds of thread, yarn, and string. i made all kinds of hats, scarves, and friendship bracelets with that kit:) it was so much fun. my friends and i all had matching bracelets. it was great. i loved all of my friends. we rocked with my kit:)
THe kit is very fun. I can build many things with my kit. the kit can build anything. Thaat is why i love this very beautiful kit. The kit can create my favorte things. I got this kit yesterday for my birthday. I love my kit very much.
Kit is LIke a package full of things that you need for something like a first aid kit there are all kinds of them and all different kinds
To me when I here the word kit I think of little kittens,like in the Warrior books and the way they describe make me want to be in the book and see them myself.
A kit is a thing you can get to build something or fix something. like a kit to to build a tank out of a tractor from world war II.
I got an craft kit for my birthday. In the kit there was all sorts of things. I was so happy that i got what i wanted for my birthday. I love my kit so much!! My parents got me this amazing craft kit. This craft kit has all sorts of crafts in it. It has coloring pictures and even painting things.
a kit to me is like a sewing kit. a kit can be something you use to fix something repair something or make something stop bleeding like a first aid kit.
i had an art kit when i was a little girl. i carried it with me wherever i went. it was my best friend. and then one day a big bully came and took my cool kit away from me. i was very sad. ill n ever forget that tragic day.
i love to fly kits. They make me feel so free and alive. but kits can sometimes be difficult to fly well, i guess it would depend on the kind of kit you fly like, how ig it is, or where it came from.
there are a lot of different kinds of kits and they are very helpful sometimes but it depends on what kind you need..
He packed his kit and thought how much he would miss this place, miss her, miss his life together with her. But the war was raging, and he had to go. In his place stood emptiness.
The boy sat at the table, the pieces of plastic surrounding him, the smell of glue and paint was in the air as he studied the assembly plan for the kit, the proud intent to make the parts match the picture on the box cover.
ok so i’m reading this book called the witch of blackbird pond and the main character is this girl named kit. so that’s the first thing i thought of when i saw the word.
the next thing that comes to mind is like a tool kit or something.
i am a kit. you are a kit. we are all little kits, built meticulously and beautifully by a great Creator. each kit brings life to a bigger kit, the kingdom, to bring glory to the one who built it all. pieces to kits, kits of the king.
i have always envied my brother. he always had the best cds, he had guitars, and the best books. but, the thing that i envied most was his his drop set. i think it was because that it was his prized possession. i don’t think that i knew why i wanted it beyond that fact it belonged to my brother, and he wanted it.
I wish there was a kit that was available for purchase that would instruct us on how to live our lives. This would make life not only easier but the messy pieces fit in all together. But now that I think of it would I want to trade knowing for the certain fun uncertainty and choice? No.
The kit arrived in the mail today. I opened it up to find all the parts jumbled around inside. The little rods and springs all mixed together, the bags torn, the pieces in no discernible order. Needless to say, I was very disappointed.
The first-aid kit was lying at the bottom of my book-bag. Did I have the guts to do it? What if I hurt her?
She groaned, and rolled over, and I told her everything was going to be alright.
“Are you sure?” She asked, looking at me with her big brown eyes.
Nodding, I took out the tourniquet, and tied it around her leg, hoping that it would stop the flow of poison.
Still breathing heavily, her eyes closed.
OH NO!, I thought. I killed her!
Slowly though, her eyes blinked open, and she smiled at me.
“You saved me” She whispered. “You’re my hero”
Sighing with relief, I then grinned at the words I always wanted to hear from her.
“You’re worth saving” I whispered, before carrying her off into the sunset… Towards the nearest Ranger Station.
i used to build models. they come in kits.
geeky, i know, and a far cry from my rock and roll image.
but the memory is precious to me;
an innocence
a childhood
and that little boy lives still inside me somewhere
messing up
and looking for love
and building.
I carry a toolkit with me everyday. It is how I avoid breaking down when I think of things that make me miss my brother. That kit is filled with items that help me deal with grief. I know that if I can just keep using my tools for coping, that someday I will begin to seem normal.
The tool kit in the corner of my work shed is old. The blue-coated metal is rusting and creaks when the lid is opened. The wooden-handled tools are cracked and dry and, the metal there, rusty, too.
We’ve got a new boy in to do the garden. His name is Brendan and he’s nineteen, Best thing though is he likes to get his kit off when it gets too warm and by God I’d do him in a flash if he wasn’t gay (so he said). Damn waste of good pork.
Heart pounding,
palms sweating,
feet racing,
and my whole idea of the universe started to falter.
I rushed inside and grabbed the first aid kit
And hoped it wasn’t too late to save her.
A soviet spy kit… He said to himself. He had been walking around Moscow allday no food or water. But this kit changed his fate forever.
A kit is a handy too. It collects all things and organises them to keep a track of everything. It can be of many things like, beauty items, cricketing gear etc. We must use our kits properly and keep useful things in them so as to utilise them properly.
Kit was certainly not seen by most to be “normal”. She was an outcast; she didn’t care nearly as much the others what those others thought of her. She was probably closer to an inner utopia than any of us would ever be. She was free. She was smart like that. Smart like I wish had been.
I used to have a purple kit bag and I thought I’d be really cool to decorate it with a bunch of badges. The next day, my boyfriend dumped me because he thought I was wierd. I cried so much. The thing is, I knew I was wierd. I still have the bag though, badges and all.
Little baby kit. Just sitting there watching me as I go to get the paper. He doesn’t move, he just watches with those big new eyes. Adoring and curious.
His kit for the day held his gadgets which were more for distraction than anything else.
Kit was her name. She had aquamarine eyes, lids lined with kohl in a face of porcelain symmetry. She wore flower printed dresses and slippers with glitter. An image foreign to this dusty street in Kabul, where anger was rife.
Rose opened her pencil kit. She took the paper and lay it down on the desk, to begin drawing. She drew him. That boy, the one who saved her life. She didn’t understand why, but he had. She drew, for hours, before adding the final touches. And then it was done. But it wasn’t him. A drawing couldn’t fill her wishes.
I opened the box and poured the contents out. 1 beaker. 1 pipette. 1 pack magnesium. 1 pack yellow dye. I don’t really know what was in it. But I certainly knew how to grow space crystals. Best space crystal grower in town, in fact.
He bashes the kit like he is still exorcising teenage demons. With a glint in his eye he counts down the next burst of chaos. Nobody else had a voice in the room. I want to be like him when I am forty.
why is this always the first word when you log into this site? makes you think this project isn’t that creative anymore. kit, kit, kit. random words. i wonder who sits at home and creates sits like this. i guess it’s kind of cool but how do you get there? how do you make money? how do you survive? hmmmm.
kit kat. she was one of the few people i didn’t get along with. i think it is because i was jealous, but i just couldn’t click with her. she brought out the worst in tink as well. to be honest though, i would give just about anything to be back there with her. and everyone else.