Thursday, 24 September 2015

Tuesday, 22 September 2015

MOTAT




"Swish ". The sparkling doors swing open . Nice music is on . I step on the slithery slippery stone path.We all run loaded with energy.We all slide like a penguin.We sprint and slide."This is fun "! I here the ground groaning as feet trample over it leaving nothing but bruises.I admire the planes one was humongous one was tiny and others were medium.My pals find stairs.We pound up and find some tablets to tell history old binoculars."Finn where are you?"I recognize  that voice it's a parent . I hop down,  stumble over and go for a slide"Wow! What fun". Our parents are wondering where the door is." Are we lost one of us says ""possibly we walk in circles until we find the exit. "The tram is late! "some one says No we are early. I get bored and start counting "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9".
When I get to 136 the tram come "ho ray " I shout. We get back to MOTAT and get on the bus all the way home I was saying how cool MOTAT was.