When my mum was a little girl there was a big field beside her house. In that field was a big tree and on that tree was a swing, but not one ordinary little swing, you had to climb the tree to get to the swing. My mummy was not allowed to go, but one day on her 10th birthday she was allowed go with her older brother Stephen. They had to climb over a very big wall to get into the field. It took a very long time to get over the wall then finally they did and jumped into the long grass. They had to be very careful of the old man who lived in the house. His name was Granny Grunter & he was the meanest man you have ever met. Don’t be fooled by his funny name, he was cruel and nasty and really hated children. My mum & Stephen crept to the tree, hiding in the long grass. They finally got to the tree and little Pamela climbed up very carefully, when she got to the high branch she slowly crawled out as far as she could, all the way to the end. Stephen on the ground threw the swing rope up to Pamela who was sitting on the branch, it took five times for her to catch the rope. She was really scared of heights, so it took a long time to get the courage to jump off the branch. Finally, she slid off the branch and flew like Tarzan and had so much fun. Suddenly they heard someone saying “hey get off that swing.” It was nasty Granny Grunter. Stephen took Pamela off and ran to the wall as fast as they could, they climbed over the wall faster than the first time and ran home but they still had a lot of fun.
This is a True Story!!
By Amiee