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Monday, 27 March 2017


It's a foggy afternoon.  As I drink my milo I hop onto the field. I step past the poles and  I see a bin in the middle. I put my milo ‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍‍on it. Kiorahi. Everyone is trying to grab a band to put round their waist and then put on two tags. As soon as I get both tags and the band, I get stuck into the game. I dive, toss, rip, sprint, tackle. In the game I feel really hot and sweaty. I rip off my jersey. I feel really great and I get stuck into the game once more.  Even when I skin my knee, I still like it because it shows that I’m getting into the game.

1 comment:

  1. Your writing reminds me of when I went to Tough Kids because you explained everything so well that I can picture the day of Tough Kids. I also like the bits where you use adjectives because then I really understand what is happening. From Sneha.👍