On the Mountain
By Ewan, Edited by Dada On the mountain, I slipped and fell and cried. Let me tell you why. I tried to climb up to the very top of the mountain with my family. We were walking well for the first hour and a half. Sometimes even faster than our cousins. As we get higher and higher, the trail was covered in snow and slush and ice. The trail also got a lot steeper and narrower. I fell many times and my mom and dad fell too. Both my feet and my bum were wet and freezing cold. This is because we did not bring boots. Silly Dada. At this point, I was crying so my mom and dad decided to go down. We came down quicker than my cousins. On the way down, the journey was also slippery. Dada is the best because he carried me a little way down the mountain. Finally we got to the car. It was a very long way. At the car, we took off our shoes and socks and 抹腳. 媽媽 helped us. I love Mama Dada.