TThe sun has risen from its sleep, its light reflecting on still water. I step outside, being whipped by the icy winds. I retreat to my house to grab my coat. December days are the coldest. I love to skim stones and make fires. It is a great way to relax. I watch my brothers throw rocks and see how far they can go. I join them in throwing stones until my arm hurts.
Get lunch now. My mum gives me my food and my stomach starts to growl. I sit outside and watch the Channel while eating my ham sandwich. After that, I go for an evening walk, climbing over huge rocks and exploring caves. I am looking for treasure on the cliffs. But what is this? I see tiny shells embedded in the rocks.
I grab the shells and take seven from the cliff. I think that these are ammonites. I recognize their twisted shape. Fossils as ancient as the dinosaurs. I turn towards the ocean. I picture the shells floating in the sea, not as rocks, but as alive. I visualized them floating in the ever-blue water with tiny tentacles limping and lifeless, just like in the books.
I took the coins and carried them with me on my journey home. As I reach my home, the sun sets and the stars sparkle above me like tiny lights in the dark sky.
James, 12