Post by dk223 on Mar 22, 2006 17:09:26 GMT
We are currently studying short stories in English and one task we were given was to write down a childhood memory, we were only given ten mins to do it, hence the shortness but this is my effort.
We were sat in the tree halfway up Russels garden watching the builder repair the fence two gardens over. Being only little and in a tree we thought we were safe, that we were invisible. So we started shouting things at the builder, nothing nasty, we were only little kids of five after all. But incessant shouting, "Hey Billy builder!" I don't know where we got the idea that his name was Billy, but that is the name we had chosen for him.
"Hey Billy builder!" Again and again we shouted our phrase, happy and hidden in our tree
We must have shouted that for a half hour or more, over and over,
"Hey Billy builder!" Finally he had had enough, he vaulted one fence and started across the garden next to ours.
We paniced and dropped like bricks out of the tree. We hit the ground running, Russel was halfway to his backdoor by the time the builder entered our garden.
I remember the builder being in front of me by the time I had got out of the tree. I have never ran so fast in all my life, past the builder, past Russel and halfway down the drive before I stopped. It seemed as if there was some unspoken signal that made us all stop, the builder in the middle of the garden, Russel by his backdoor and me in the driveway.
"I know where you live boys" he said pointing at us. With that he turned and walked back to the fence he was repairing.
We spent the rest of the day in doors staring out of the window keeping watch to see if he came back.
We have to rewrite it next week from someone else's point of view. Was kinda sad to find that the rest of the class found writing stories difficult. I know it's not great but it was fun to write something like that.
We were sat in the tree halfway up Russels garden watching the builder repair the fence two gardens over. Being only little and in a tree we thought we were safe, that we were invisible. So we started shouting things at the builder, nothing nasty, we were only little kids of five after all. But incessant shouting, "Hey Billy builder!" I don't know where we got the idea that his name was Billy, but that is the name we had chosen for him.
"Hey Billy builder!" Again and again we shouted our phrase, happy and hidden in our tree
We must have shouted that for a half hour or more, over and over,
"Hey Billy builder!" Finally he had had enough, he vaulted one fence and started across the garden next to ours.
We paniced and dropped like bricks out of the tree. We hit the ground running, Russel was halfway to his backdoor by the time the builder entered our garden.
I remember the builder being in front of me by the time I had got out of the tree. I have never ran so fast in all my life, past the builder, past Russel and halfway down the drive before I stopped. It seemed as if there was some unspoken signal that made us all stop, the builder in the middle of the garden, Russel by his backdoor and me in the driveway.
"I know where you live boys" he said pointing at us. With that he turned and walked back to the fence he was repairing.
We spent the rest of the day in doors staring out of the window keeping watch to see if he came back.
We have to rewrite it next week from someone else's point of view. Was kinda sad to find that the rest of the class found writing stories difficult. I know it's not great but it was fun to write something like that.
