<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:57:26.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imagination Land</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-7904635223338254371</id><published>2008-10-17T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:52:45.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Map of Georgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-7904635223338254371?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7904635223338254371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=7904635223338254371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/7904635223338254371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/7904635223338254371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/10/map-of-georgia.html' title='Map of Georgia'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-3314687618891668494</id><published>2008-09-23T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:34:03.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song</title><content type='html'>Go jack Run run &lt;br /&gt;You can be faster&lt;br /&gt;Than that gun gun&lt;br /&gt;Quickly Quickly&lt;br /&gt;Dont Get shot&lt;br /&gt;That man is defiantly &lt;br /&gt;Smoking some pot pot&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-3314687618891668494?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3314687618891668494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=3314687618891668494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/3314687618891668494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/3314687618891668494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/song.html' title='Song'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-5418695004250390175</id><published>2008-09-23T06:27:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:27:53.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obtuary</title><content type='html'>Obituary&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peter Johnson – TYBEE ISLAND – Peter Johnson, 25, died today in a confrontation with the mayor. Police were pursuing him after an incident with innocent children. He had lived at Tybee Island for three years. He graduated from Mercer University in Macon, Georgia. He was a member of Forest City Gun Club and the National Rifle Association. His father, Richard Johnson, preceded him in death. He is survived by his mother, Diane Johnson=2 0and a brother, Matthew Johnson. Funeral services will be held on Tuesday at 10:00 a.m. at Fox and Weeks Funeral Home. Please send donations to the human society in Savannah, Georgia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-5418695004250390175?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5418695004250390175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=5418695004250390175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/5418695004250390175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/5418695004250390175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/obtuary.html' title='Obtuary'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-5885755938246833619</id><published>2008-09-23T06:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:27:33.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>Poem&lt;br /&gt;Tybee Island is a great place&lt;br /&gt;I can go there and get some space&lt;br /&gt;A bike ride with a friend to get food&lt;br /&gt;Really puts me in a good mood&lt;br /&gt;Until we run into a weird dude&lt;br /&gt;It was really really hot&lt;br /&gt;I think the guy smoked some pot&lt;br /&gt;Then I got scared and wanted to pull out my hair&lt;br /&gt;Looking for someone like the mayor&lt;br /&gt;To rid the island of this evil bear&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-5885755938246833619?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/5885755938246833619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=5885755938246833619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/5885755938246833619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/5885755938246833619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-2073646888514646309</id><published>2008-09-23T06:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:27:13.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe</title><content type='html'>Recipe&lt;br /&gt;10 cups of determination&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of friendship&lt;br /&gt;2 ounces of brainpower&lt;br /&gt;1 gallon of fear&lt;br /&gt;1 ounce of food&lt;br /&gt;7 ounces of heat&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. Mix the friendship and determination together and add 2 ounces of brainpower.&lt;br /&gt;2. Slowly add the fear and stir with a metal object.&lt;br /&gt;3. Add 1 ounce of food and stir well.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add the heat and bring it to a boil.&lt;br /&gt;5. Then put it all together and you are finished.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-2073646888514646309?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/2073646888514646309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=2073646888514646309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/2073646888514646309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/2073646888514646309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/recipe.html' title='Recipe'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-7661175878530035401</id><published>2008-09-23T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:25:53.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short Story</title><content type='html'>Short Story&lt;br /&gt;            It was the fourth of July in 2007. The week of July fourth is my favorite week of summer. Everyone would drive down and watch the fireworks. We would relax on the beach all day.  One day, my friend Brennan and I wanted to go get something to eat. We stopped swimming and rode our bikes to Subway. Sadly, Subway was closed and we decided to go to Arby’s. I would never make that mistake again. As we rode our bikes to the restaurant I could see a group of young adults. They started to walk up to us. The man told us to go and talk to the girls for him. The man picked up our bikes and started moving them closer and closer to the girls. We did not know what to do. Then, I said I left my money at home as an excuse and told Brennan to start peddling away. I pedaled down the main road because I knew that the street would be busy with cars and a lot of people would see me. Brennan and I split up and started peddling down the back road. The man chased him going very fast. I thought the man was going to catch him. The man ran all the way up to him and then stopped. Then he suddenly reached in his pocket and pulled out a metallic looking object.  Brennan thought it was a gun.  Afterwards I met up with Brennan at his grandparent’s house. Brennan and I were scared and glad at the same time. In the future, we will both be more careful in our surroundings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-7661175878530035401?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/7661175878530035401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=7661175878530035401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/7661175878530035401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/7661175878530035401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/short-story.html' title='Short Story'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-4912507004136408265</id><published>2008-09-23T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T06:25:14.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introduction</title><content type='html'>Every summer my family and I head to Tybee thinking about how amazing it is. My family goes every year. It is like a tradition. It is the best place in the world to my family and me. It is a place where you can relax, swim, and hangout with your friends. It is the greatest place on the earth and I want to live their all my life. But, I never knew that one tragic day everything about that remarkable place would change forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-4912507004136408265?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/4912507004136408265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=4912507004136408265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/4912507004136408265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/4912507004136408265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/09/introduction.html' title='Introduction'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3239693503892640182.post-3813811170323571933</id><published>2008-08-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T07:21:07.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>Hey this is my new blog. Check it out and leave me some comments! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3239693503892640182-3813811170323571933?l=johnsonpeter.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/feeds/3813811170323571933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3239693503892640182&amp;postID=3813811170323571933' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/3813811170323571933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3239693503892640182/posts/default/3813811170323571933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnsonpeter.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Peter Johnson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01601846738611296522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bP8aYS1P698/SPdr7LK3aiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x7F_4-b7LIs/S220/Picture+1.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
