Monday, 8 September 2014

A Bottle of Memories: Memories of our Dads

Among the Waves
Dreamily striding down to the waves, Dad scuffs the sand out of his way. Leaping into the water and seeing humongous waves, he yanks me and my brother up with great power. We see the next one approaching, but again we feel ourselves being lifted up. This time I didn’t get up straight away. I feel my body fall onto the sand. A mouthful of salty water fills my throat and I get up, choking just before my amazing dad saves me once again.

By Lara


Come and Play
Trying to persuade Dad to come out for a game of rugby. Striding outside to grab my rugby ball. Something curious has happened. I go inside and see crumbs have fallen off the side of the chair. He still hasn’t moved! I sneak up on him and screech “BOO!” He jumped. “Ok, ok!” he said as he pushed himself off the chair.


By Logan A

2 comments:

  1. lara, i really love this piece of writing you wrote. it really creates a picture in my mind and i can see how you've put in a lot of powerful verbs to make the story COME ALIVE!! from mya

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  2. Those are awesome Logan and Lara

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