Tuesday, 4 April 2017

You are invited to build on to the story by adding a comment. This means you need to zoom out of the image below with your imagination...like who is holding the ice cream? What else might be in the picture if you zoomed out a bit? What might happen next? Be sure to read others' comments first, and continue the story, by zooming out even further. We could build an amazing story. Give it a go!

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Writing memories of someone we know/like/love.

I don't have loads of memories of my dad but the ones I do have are very special.

When I was small my Dad was tall, He was bald and his head looked like little chicks were about to hatch out of there shell. His limbs were long and lanky and he had dark olive skin. He had a very kind face and he had very big feet.

My Dad could always have a laugh and he was always waiting for the wright moment to make a Dad joke. After a long day my dad was still willing to kick a ball around with me. My Dad would usually be the one to put me in my naughty corner.  And he loved to go for a bike ride or for a walk with me.

I have some memories of my Dad and I going out and my Mum saying "Don't let Rosie have an ice cream because she has already had one today" and my Dad would say as soon as we got in the car "Lets go get an ice cream.

My Dad is my role model and he is very special to me.