I come from,
Dundee hospital with other children screaming their heads off.
I come from,
A tiny island with icy waters crashing against the rocks.
I come from,
A cosy home with an annoying brother and friendly Labradors.
I come from,
The old wooden swing in the garden hanging from an ancient oak tree.
I come from,
The hooves of horses galloping along grey sands.
I come from,
The outdoors , the trees, wildlife and sun sets.
I come from,
Excitement and everything wreck less.
I come from,
The summer holidays the best bit of the year.
I come from adventure.
By Eleanor
