Yesterday I went to the elephant show; there, for the first time, I got to feed them, and touch them. Elephants don't feel rubbery like I expected, but more bristly, like a scrubbing brush, and their trunks are smooth and soft. Ever since I was young I have had a fascination with these creatures. At the zoo I watched them effortlessly lift huge logs, just with their trunks. I think elephants should be a role model to all of us, as their teamwork is amazing, they are almost always happy and rarely lose their temper. I love watching them play and have fun. Maybe people can take some inspiration from these amazing creatures...
Climbing up and up and up, sometimes its a pity it has to end. Or that you can’t go any further because you are too heavy. The disappointment when you realize It won’t happen, and the pleasure of knowing there are more to climb, more opportunities. And of course the joy of success when you reach the top and no-one can see you. My friend and I used to climb almost every tree on her farm. At my old house we had a huge apple tree which was great fun to climb, though the apples tasted like sour cardboard, and when we were younger when someone came over they were dared them to eat them. My friend has a big tree house in the top of her pine tree, but we found better trees to climb. Before I left to Singapore we were up one of her trees and I had her mums saw, trying to saw a branch of, so as we could slide all the way down the tree from the top to bottom like a slide when her mum drove in under us and we had to pretend we weren’t there for half an hour while she unloaded the shopping (we weren't allowed to have the saw). Climbing always has been, and I think always will be, my passion.
I really am not sure why I love it so much, but I do. Maybe its the sensation of going so fast in complete un-control, or the snow covering me. Or perhaps its something else, which remains undiscovered. My first experience of skiing was when I was nine when I went to Mt. Baw Baw with my friend and her family. I spent two days with her there skiing and chatting and falling over. we made slushies out of snow and cordial. I have since become obsessed. My second experience was when my aunt and uncle took me with them to falls creek for a week with my cousins. That was especially good as I got to miss a week of school. I took the plane back home by myself as an “unaccompanied minor” which was new for me as usually I go on the plane with a Parent. Anyway, it turned out fine as all I had to do was sit there.
I am sure everyone has experienced being sucked into a book. The question is why? Why do we as a human race get entranced by books?
I was in grade three, silently reading, and my class was quite noisy, so I had tuned out. No-one told me we were going to Art so I was still reading, thirty minutes after everyone had left. Slightly embarrassing, but proves what a good book has the power to do. A good book is the only way to escape the world without leaving the room. I like reading, and I don’t currently have a favorite book. Over my life I have really enjoyed the book thief, rangers apprentice and the witches of eileanan. The last two were favorites when I was younger, but the book thief was defiantly well written. I usually read for enjoyment but sometimes just to escape. I used to read a lot, but now I just don't have the time. Perhaps this is one of the biggest mistakes I will ever have made.
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