Taking Flight

- Taking Flight -

My Dad was driving me to my Grandpa’s house. I was holding and hugging my teddy tight while I waited for us to arrive. After a few minutes of talking, we finally arrived at my Grandpa’s house. I was nervous when I hopped out of the car. I walked out with my bag and teddy bear. My Dad kissed me goodbye and I walked towards my Grandpa. He told me to sit on this cardboard box and I put my bear next to me. I was bored to death with nothing to do while my Grandpa mowed the lawns. From the corner of my eye, I saw a photo of my Dad and Grandpa. My Dad was sitting in a red wagon with my Grandpa. I built a little tower that I could stand on. Unfortunately, I fell down and my Grandpa stopped and immediately ran to me. He saw the red wagon and the photo next to each other. His mind was flooded with memories and thought it was a good idea to “Take flight”.

I grabbed my teddy and sat in the wagon. He was walking along the street. We had entered a huge jungle with strange-looking monkeys. They started to chase us and we sped up in our Safari truck. They kept on chasing us until we took a wrong turn and landed in a river. The Safari truck had turned into a boat. I relaxed along with my Grandpa. My teddy bear tapped my hand and we both realised we were going down a waterfall! We braced ourselves for impact. We fell down and everything seemed hopeless for a few seconds, but then… we started to ascend towards the sky. I was amazed. We flew for a while until my Grandpa noticed the fuel was running low. “Looks like we’ll have to jump!” said my Grandpa. Me and my teddy jumped off and a parachute shot from our backpacks. My Grandpa followed. 

Later on, we relaxed on the ground. “That was amazing!”.

I was filled with excitement and imagination.

“Not as bad as the aliens.”

Soon, the swing set was abducted and aliens in their UFOs were attacking us. We were in our UFO trying to escape from the space aliens. We maneuvered our way past but we were hit. As the mother ship of the aliens came towards us, I held out a blaster, ready to shoot the ship. Then the voice of my father broke through our imagination. “What’re you doing, why are you so dirty?”

The words of my father made me realise how dirty and rough me and Grandpa had been. Realising the blaster was a hose and the mother ship was my Dad’s car moving in the driveway. I and Grandpa looked at each other while Dad noticed his old wagon. “I haven’t seen that in a while..” said Dad. Soon enough I found me, my Dad and Grandpa in a big ship. “Ready to take flight?” said my father.
“Yeah!”.

I was so happy. That was one of the best days of my life!

THE END

By Cleo