My first trip to wellington
SCREECH!! Went the wheels of the plane as we landed in wellington “wow” I thought as we landed “that was so cool”. I had never flown before so this was such a new experience. In 2013 my father took me to wellington for the day because I had never been to wellington or on a plane. In the wellington airport at the time were these hobbit displays and they were ginormous and so life like, one of them was gandalf riding a great eagle then the other was gollum catching a fish it was awesome. We got a bus outside the airport into the main city. We got off then went straight to the waterfront where Te-papa is. While we were walking there was a kayak race going on. Closer to Te-papa two men were diving one quite slim then the other a bit bigger and the smaller man made a bigger splash. After being soaked we went inside and we went up the stairs. What was waiting up top for us was three trolls from the hobbit. But don’t worry they were models. After about an hour we were finished and went for ice-cream downstairs. Once we were all done we wandered back to the main city. On our way back we went to the parliament buildings but we didn’t go in because tours were to expensive. We were intending to go to the cable but instead we took a quick break for lunch. After we ate we walked to the cable car station. Up in the cable car museum we spent about an hour then came back down. We walked around for a while then we went for dinner since we would be departing soon. At the airport we waited twenty minutes then got on the flight. An hour later I listened to the same deafening SCREECH!! Now even today I still thank my dad for giving me a brilliant experience.
My broken leg
Snap! That’s the sound my leg made when I was two years old. In 2007 I was at my older sister’s swimming lesson. I was enjoying myself dancing with a friend while my mum was talking to her mum. We were dancing on wet tiles when disaster struck! I slipped and broke my right leg. At the time my mum just thought I knocked my knee so we rushed over to eastcare. But all the way there the bone was rubbing against the muscle “WAAAA!” I cried in agony. To make matters worse my dad was in wellington on business so he had to rush to the airport and get on the earliest flight he could, all because of me. Finally, we arrived at eastcare. The doctor said that it wasn’t my knee but it was my leg and it was broken. So from there I went to middlemore hospital in an ambulance this time. After having an x-ray I had to spend two nights there with my mum beside me the whole time. Later, we found out that my bone had twisted and snapped at the exact same time! Because of that I had to have a cast nearly as big as me for just over five weeks. I couldn’t really do anything and my parents had to carry me everywhere. After I got the cast off it took me a month to learn to walk properly again. Usually when people get casts off they are allowed to keep them but since mine was so big I was only allowed to keep a small part of it. Because of my break, my right leg today is now longer than my left leg because of the way my bone healed. But I guess having a slight limp sometimes is better than a massive cast. I have now learnt not to run on wet tiles.(this whole problem pleased my sister because she got to leave the lesson early)
Getting my dog
“RUFF” “RUFF” the high pitched sound my dog made when we got him. Around about 10 years ago my dad surprised us with my dog baxter who is a cross between a king charles cavalier and a japanese chin. Early in 2008 my parents ordered a puppy for me and my sisters to grow up with. My dad had suggested this because when he was young he had a dog too. My mum on the other hand never had a dog so she was very unsure about it and she said “I’d rather have a rabbit”. My mum was still uncertain for quite a while where as we were so excited for the day the dog would come. My mum was so worried about the maintenance that she canceled the order. When we heard the news we were devastated we had wanted a dog so much but now our dreams had been crushed (my dad was pretty bummed too). We were quite sad for the rest of the day because most of our friends had dogs so that made us feel even worse. Then a miracle happened my dad went out of his way after work and went and bought the dog anyways. When he came home we went to greet him and he produced a crate containing a puppy.We were ecstatic we said to him things like “ oh daddy you’re amazing” or “daddy you really got the puppy” but my mum just stood there in disbelief . Later my sister got to call him Baxter and I was annoyed because I wanted to name him. Baxter was great even though he destroyed countless dog beds and ripped up sofas we still love and we have for 10 years thanks to my dad (even my mum has a soft spot for the dog now). “RUFF” “AOOOO” the much more annoying and deeper sounds my dog makes at eleven years old.