I’m
out with my family at night. We are sitting around the camp fire telling jokes.
Mum pulls out a bag of marshmallows and we all dive in. I grab one, squish it
on a stick and hold it over the flames. When I pull it out it’s on fire. I
quickly blow it out. The stars shine brightly as the red hot flames float up
into the night sky. I go in for another marshmallow and they’re all gone. Then
I throw some more wood on the fire and listen as it roars away. I snuggle up in
my blanket. After an awesome night at the camp fire we throw a bucket of water
on the fire and head home.
Trees
and bushes surround me; I am sitting in the middle of my hut which is enormous.
The floor is made of dirt. On the way there, I walked over grass. I wish someone
could be there with me. It is boring by myself. Just sitting there, all alone,
I think to myself how much fun a friend would be.
It’s as dark as space so I can’t see
the trampoline or the grass from up in my tree house. The stars are bright lights
up the sky. I look though the hole in the roof and it’s a lovely night. I can’t
go to sleep on such a beautiful night. I say to myself, “What an amazing night
- how can I go to sleep?”
The
day I heard about her I jumped up with excitement. It was my new baby cousin Azaria.
We drove the whole way to Christchurch to see her.At our cousins, the Dodges, I saw baby Azaria
in front of me. She was one of the cutest babies I’d ever seen. She was sitting
on my knee. Her hair felt just like kittens’ fur. I kissed her on the forehead
before we drove back home.