connor's+memories

media type="custom" key="13425676" back to home page Dubai was usual enough, it had a sky scraper, a hotel, a beach,a sky over it, and even large bridge we never went on. My brother, my sister and I did what children do, dozed In the hot car, drove along the highway, soared in a helicopter across the land, got burnt in the hot sun or went fishing Doing nothing important

my hut b uilding things is one of my favorite things to do but building huts is a great to pass time at the beach, using sticks sand and all that stuff at the beach me and my friends had a hut building competition. Our hut was one of the most well desighned huts ever! So we would build and play until someone would throw a sand ball and shout

"Our huts way better than your's !"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Our huts is still bigger!"

"Argh, it's on !"

This would rage on until my dad would shout "STOP!" and we would all just freeze and then quietly the builders of all the huts would re-build before we rushed home.

Poem

Feeling tired Feeling weak

Feeling scared and unprepared Are feelings that we all share

In what ever you decide We will be by your side

We hold hands with eachother with love and hope for you.


 * //Dubai//**

The sun was beating down as if it was a massive ball of lava.

The sand slithered across the desert plains,slowly.

Tall towers scraped the sky as if they were a million miles high.

Eye-popping hotels (7 stars at least) filled with people in every room.

People were crowding so much you couldn’t see a thing.

The beautiful city has millions of lights flickering and sparkling in the cold, dark night. It’s like it has exploded with architecture and enthusiasm.