This morning Miss Burt announced room 16 would be going on the playground. I was thinking, "what?!" since it wasn't even lunch time, but then she told us we had to describe our playground experience. I slid down some shiny silver bars, and this is what I came up with:
I could taste air gushing into my mouth. Everything looked like a blur except for what was right in front of me. I somehow smelled fresh seawater! The sound in my ears reminded me of the soft whisper of the wind. I felt the smoothness of the metal poles on my hands. It felt like I was flying like a bird.
On the spinners I felt like a spinning top. I heard nothing whizzing wind rushing past my face and into my ears. The spinning top felt warm because it had been used a lot. Suddenly, the spinning top stopped, but I will never stop spinning inside!
This morning Room 16 went to the playground. I chose the top of the monkey bars, and by top I mean TOP! My mouth tasted dry. I felt like a monkey swinging through the trees. It felt exhilarating flinging myself down from the tree.
I could hear the wind wooshing past my head. My mouth tasted dry like some small indians in my mouth had just burnt a germ to the stake. My hands felt sore from the cold steel bars. I thought I was going to crash. I like the flying fox.
As I swing around on the helicopter blades I feel like a monkey in a tree. I can smell kids sweat on the bars. I hear kids running and screaming like mad. I think if I stayed swinging for too long, I would be sick. The blades felt cold like iced tea. I felt very happy like a bird after it had eaten a worm.