It was the day of the Cross Country. First the year six girls went then the year six boys. Finally it was our turn. Parents were taking lots of photos of us when we were running. Heaps of Mums and Dads were cheering. I came eighteenth. My mum was proud of me. I got a squeeze from Mum because I did heaps of hard work. I still felt like running.
Cross Country is fun. I can’t wait until next year’s Cross Country.
Cross Country is fun. I can’t wait until next year’s Cross Country.
