On the 19th of December every year we go to my Grandad’s grave, and leave something there to remember him on his birthday! Usually we bring him some flowers or something nice, but this year we decided to bring him something unusual! His old bike. When Grandad was young he always rode on his bright yellow bike and that was that, he loved his bike and always told us grandkids about it. But how grandad died do you ask he sadly had a collision with a truck that was going way too fast and smashed into a large power pole!
Wow this is quite interesting Sophia! I love how this piece of writing is completely original and unique.
Thanks Isla!!
This is what I love about commenting on 100 WC blogs Sophia. We are constantly surprised with the creativity students show in their interpretation of the prompts each week.
I especially like ‘and that was that’ about grandad always riding his bike.
Poor old chap though. I do wonder if he needed reminding of the way he met his demise!
Thanks for sharing,
Jackie (Team 100WC)
New Plymouth NZ