driving a car

It was a burning hot summer day in Otematata. We went biscuiting in the freezing cold lake.  My family and I went there with my best friend Lewis and his family. A biscuit is a little inflatable boat that gets pulled by a real boat. Lewis and I do this in the holidays usually but this time something exciting happened. I didn't know that I was going to drive a van.

My Dad had said that someday I could drive a car but I didn't know it was today. I lunged out of the lake water and carefully walked across the crab-like stones that pinched my feet, one by one. Sean and I asked my Dad if he could drive us to the restrooms, up by the entry.

We slowly drove over the dusty path to the restrooms, the stones under us we bumping up and down like waves hitting a boat. After using the restrooms,my dad hopped back into the car, but he went in the wrong seat. He went in my seat. As walked towards the car, I realised that I was going to drive the car.  I walked as slow as a snail to the driver seat.  I was shaking while my dad told me how to start the car.  I put my sweating hands on the steering wheel, and put my foot on the accelerator.  My dad had told me to put my foot down gently, but I didn’t listen...The car went flying forward.   I started driving, but it was hard because cars were driving past me.  I ducked down behind the steering wheel, so they wouldn’t notice a kid was driving the car.  

Nomads United

It was a cold winter's day at Nomads United. I could see the cold wet grass waving to me in the wind. I could hear supporters yelling at the top of their lungs from the other side of the pitch. 

Standing right in front, were the team we were playing:  Fc 2011. Their players were a mix of big and tiny kids in red tops in a line looking right at me. It was time to play. The ball was flying, falling and hitting the other players. The corner flag  flapped  as the cold breeze blew by. The whole game I was thinking about whether we would win or not. And I was feeling hungry just waiting until it was  halftime so I could eat the mouthwatering oranges and water. 

At halftime it was 1-1. I could see kids on playground jumping swinging climbing. I just couldn't wait until full time. Ollie was sent on and he knew he was going to score with that big smile on his face. 

In the end the score was 2-1 to my team. The purpose in football is to have and work as a team and show people what you can do.