The colourful blinding lights flashed numerously from the side of the ice rink. The music playing in the background whistled in and out of my ears. People stammered and fell to the freezing, hard, wet ice, that’s how my gloves got all damp and cold. There was a limbo. I lay on my dry back and slipped through while rain was splattering on the roof.
By Maddy B.
Kia ora Maddy,
ReplyDeleteI can picture you doing the limbo in ice skating.
Good descriptive blog Maddy. Sounds like you had a great time.
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