a short story by Eva Ronson - Year 5
If I could fly, I would float into the sky. I don't know where I would go or what I would do but all I know is that I would soar higher than any bird id ever seen! Would I go higher than a building? Would I be one with the sky?
I smiled at the sun and it smiled back gleaming. I realised this was the most magical think ever. Were there others? The sky seemed to cage me in fun. I missed my friends but this was too much fun. I never wanted to go back.