“Mum where are my pink pants?” I yelled
from the bottom of the stairs.
“We are going to the river you don’t need to find your jeans.” Mum replied. Mum had cooked some cookies to take to the river for something to eat.
“We are going to the river you don’t need to find your jeans.” Mum replied. Mum had cooked some cookies to take to the river for something to eat.
Once
we got to Lake Karapiro I started to get nervous about going on the
biscuit. The
night before my Dad had worked me up saying that if it flips you will drown, so
you have got to hold on. I didn't want to fall off and drown. I was too young to
drown.
Hi Rebecca, I enjoyed your story as I know how nervous you can get before going on the biscuit. I wonder if you could use some more adjectives in your story to help us to visualize what you are writing about. (Fiona TEAM100WC)
ReplyDeleteHi Rebecca
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed your story because It reminded me when I go to the lake and have so much fun.
Nice work
by Rita