Amelia's Photo on Tuesday, 24 November 2015

Amelia's Photo on Monday, 23 November 2015

  we made some patterns for maths and art.All three of my arts mean something.We got a piece of paper that was the size of a  slice of pizza.We made a pattern on it. 

 

A time with family and friends - recount writing

A time with family and friends

Roaring of motors and dust flying behind us. We were on a family trip to Movie World. By the time we got there a flood of people were already there. Finally we got the tickets so we got in. First of all we went to a Superman ride. We were too small so Dad went on it. He zoomed up and down and round and round. Then we looked for Flash Gordon. I turned around to look and guess what? He was right there. I tugged at Mum’s arm and she said,

“Well, no wonder...He is Flash Gordon.”

I was hurt - recount writing

I was hurt

Crying and screaming. I had sprained my arm. Mum was frantically pushing buttons. She made an appointment with the ambulance. At that moment we were in the living room and Annabelle had made me hit my arm. Later the ambulance came to get me. They put me in a big room and on the roof there was a big machine. After I sat down, the machine went across the roof. In the end it was the first x-ray I ever had

I was so scared - recount writing

I was so scared.

Yipee! We are going to Movie World. All is going great until we get to the scooby doo ride. Mum wants to go, Dad wants to go and Annabelle wants to go. So we got in the cart and off we went. The tunnel sloped down. On the walls there were monsters and zombies. Then the cart stopped. I opened my eyes. There was a red curtain. Suddenly we went backwards. When we got back home we looked back at our picture. Dad and Mum and Annabelle all had their hands in the air and my eyes were closed!   

I was so mad! - Recount writing

I was so mad.

Stomping through the hallway, screaming “Where are my bits of lego?!”

“Um, they are not here,” said Annabelle. She slid the bits of lego she was playing with under the bed.

Later, at lunch, Annabelle went to her room. I stomped after her and just at that moment I caught her red-handed!

My birthday memory - recount writing

My birthday memory.

Lots of people are screaming, waiting for the fun to begin. This is the day of my 5th birthday. As the last of us came through the door the fun began. But Mum had a special visitor, his name was Nicholas and he is a good friend. We dug into the cake and tore through the paper.