The Burma Trail

Crack a branch swayed over my head I can`t see a thing!!!! A hand touches mine. Oh good that was Gretta's hand. Then a silky thing swiftly passes over my face. A dead twig snaps under my feet. An adult of whom I can`t put my finger on told me that there is a big steep front of me.  Oh no they have lost the string so I have to crawl up the slippery bank.  They have found the string again so I walk the rest of the way up the bank. Finally I feel the stairs and start to climb up the stairs when I get to the top Gretta is coming up the stairs.  We both take our blindfolds off.  Then we both climb up the stairs chatting and we wish we could do it again.
                                                                   

By Victoria