I come from a house on a small street, from never ending rain, mountains, cloudy skies, starry nights.
I come from barbeques with my family and Sunday roasts with roast potatoes, honey carrots and Yorkshire puddings.
I come from from amazing beach days.
I come from having fun with family and friends.
I come from a town with crowded places.
I come from my dad playing Uno with me.
I come from a crazy family with twins cousins on the way.
I come from bookshelves filled with creative books.
I come from my mums delightful desserts.
I come from a town that is full in summer.
I come from my grannies freshly baked foods.
I come from a loving family.
By Isabella (11)
