Junior School Magazine - Edition 6 (NOV 2018)

T he N ight at the C ave On a cold, windy day in Fort George, Canada, 1987, I was making some warm bacon and eggs for breakfast. I was chatting and laughing with Dad, Mum and my sister, Hazel. We were all so excited about our trip to New York, so much that Hazel went tumbling down the staircase in anticipation; it took a while until she got over it, but at least she got over it! It didn’t take long until we were in the car ready for our thrilling adventure. We drove a few kilometres, when suddenly…..BANG!.... it felt like we had a flat tyre. Dad hopped out of the car and checked the wheel… it wasn’t flat, but it wasn’t looking great… there, sitting underneath the wheel, was a giant rock and a sharp stone lying on top. “How are we going to get to the airport now?” I moaned. Dad said in a confident voice, “Don’t worry, we’ll call the car rescue service.” So we tried, but Dad’s phone couldn’t connect because we were out in the middle of nowhere, stranded in the middle of the road with no help. Many times as cars drove by, we hollered for help, but no one stopped. “Okay, the only way were going to get to that airport is to lift the rock jamming our wheel up,” Dad sighed. I said worriedly, “But how? I’m not strong enough, you’re not strong enough, Hazel’s not strong enough, and neither is Mum!” “Then we’re all going have to pick it up… and yes, that means all of us.” Dad said proudly as if he had just won an award, “okay, everyone ready? 3…2…1… LIFT!” There was a heap of groaning and complaining until finally we had lifted the rock aside.

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