Class assignment: Woody Guthrie as a boy

Woody sat at a raggedy, scratched up wooden bench. He held a cold, metal harmonica to his lips, playing a jolly tune. He had also been practicing making a railroad sound...He hadn't quite mastered that one, yet. People passed by Woody, glancing at him as they hustled by. Woody smiled at all the different people walking by. He leaned forward and stood up, stowing his harmonica in his dirty pocket, full of crumbs, dirt, and small pebbles. Woody started walking around town, looking at all the different shops and different people. As he passed by the barber shop, he felt his raggedy hair. It did need quite a bit of cutting, but he thought his ma could do that for him. If Woody asked Ma if he could get a haircut from the barber, Ma would say: "Barbers are expensive, we don't have that kind of money. I'll do it." And besides, Woody didn't care too much about his hair. Woody pulled his harmonica out of his pocket again, and started playing, as he walked. He tried to do the railroad sound...He could almost do it.