Caitlin's+Memories

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Omaha was usual enough; it had A beach, a park, a sea, a rock pool Surrounding us and even some courts To play tennis on. My cousins, my brother, my sister and I Did what children do- shrieked while sprinting in Hide n Seek, m ixed rapidly to make banana cake, licked Our frozen ice blocks, boogieboarded the tsunami- like  Waves, laughed crazily with my cousin Doing nothing important. Inspired by James K. Baxter

My Hut On boring, silent nights we enjoyed making hut. Right behind the sofa in the comfort of our own lounge, my brother, my sister and I would set out all the blankets we could find. Using our colorful, <range type="comment" id="946927">pooh bear mini sofa as the door we would rush around our dimly-lit residence gathering all of the resources we would need. <span style="background-color: #0000ff; color: #00ffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">Just as we settle for the night in our warm, small-spaced hut we would get to our positions.<range type="comment" id="445744">"That's my spot!"No it's not. My pillow's there!""This is sooo my spot!""Sorry, it's taken!"This would continue until one of us would storm off to our room.  <span style="background-color: #0000ff; color: #00ffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;">A few endless minutes later our teary-eyed colleague would return and we would continue our game peacefully. Our mum would call us for apple and we would continue with the smell of crisp apple running under our noses, speaking as if we had automatically hit a mute button.By Caitlin   <span style="background-color: #0000ff; color: #00ffff; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS',cursive;"> The Challenge  Mud squelching under my shaking feet. My heart pumping wildly. Going down the slippery hill, there’s my sister. Fear overwhelming my body with every stride. “Beat your sister!” everyone hollers. Don’t slip big steps! My thoughts are clouded. Past Julia. One more lap. Waves of confidence flicker through my body. Keep your rhythm. I’m neck and neck with Darcie. “Speed up!” my brain advises me. There’s the finishing chute. Can’t give up now! Keep going! Keep going! You can do it!

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Athletics day is next term and Room 7 are working on their discus skills. We have been working on transferring weight from one foot to the other. I thought that this was very helpful. When you thrust the discus we like to work on keep our arm straight to get a little bit further. A lot of power comes from the legs. When you grip a discus your thumb is just there for better grip. When the discus has been released we aim to keep the discus flat and not wobble all the time.

The Pools

Gushing flows of water rush into the sparkling pools. The jets of the spas creating a faint buzzing noise. The gigantic splashes formed by divers.

The darkness of a hydroslide gesturing innocent people with its hands of water. The excitement like energy as waves of people flow into the pools.

Cautious lifeguards eyeing everyone waiting for something to happen. The loud squeals of children pretending to drown and the saver furiously paddling to save them.

People sprinting up, to leap off the diving board. The sad sighs of children when it’s time to leave. Then the silence of an empty leisure centre.

Happiness. What is happiness? Embracing my kiwi culture. Looking at all the beautiful dresses. Watching all the colours dance around around me. Giggling with my friends as we endlessly circle the school grounds. Eating delicious red strawberries. Exotic tastes tingling on my tongue. Laughing with Jess, Hannah and my sister as Mrs Milne takes a photo of our whipped cream mustaches. Multi-cultured kapa haka groups signing Maori waiatas. Happiness is an awesome, last Pinehill Cultural Day

This is my fractured fairytale "Jess And The Three Penguins" Hope you enjoy!!!

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