Writing recounts can be challenging, however I have done very well using lots of my learning from last year and this year......I want to make my audience picture what I am experiencing.
Morning Tea time begane at the ring of the bell. Miss G quickly dismissed us as it was Morning Tea. My friends and I rushed to the corridor, grabbed our lunch and rushed outside.
The weather was extremely hot! As I sat down the seat was burning. If felt like I sat on an oven. I gently stood up and walked away. As I walked along to the tennis court sweat was dripping down from my forehead.
It was interesting to find little children shouting as if they were watching a baseball game! The game they were playing looked extremely exhausting. I stumbled to the senior park where there were children whose faces were lit with excitement. The ground beneath me seemed to disappear as I climbed up the bridge.
I sat there, staring at the pole in front of me. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I saw a blurry figure approaching me slowly. I felt as if I was being followed......the figure turned out to be Robert. He clearly asked me if I wanted to play with him. I gleefully took his offer. We walked slowly to the tennis courts.
Five minutes ticked by slowly. Suddenly I heard a faint ringing sound growing louder and louder. One by one, two by two people were departing the tennis courts.....not until then did I realise it was the end of morning tea. The electric bell shrilled confirming that it really was the end of morning tea time.