Tuesday 7th February
I remember…
Digging a hole at the beach.
The sand so hard to dig.
Little waves of slippery water coming into the hole.
The hole getting filled up with water.
I get sand all over my hot body.
I go jump in the ice cold water to wash all the sand off.
I get out of the water my cousins are burying my brothers feet in the hole with sand.
That was summer.
Kingi
I was learning to notice and use the structure of an piece of writing
