Balloon Trip
The balloon we were about to go up in is huge. It was pink and yellow. It had a cute cartoon dog on it. The owner of this balloon is my uncle, Mr. Peter Litton. He is very nice and he would give me cherry flavoured lollipops when I made him laugh. However he is a very secretive man. He did not tell anybody about how he broke his leg when he was twelve. Or the time when he went to town and didn't come back for a week and three days. As I made my way over to the balloon I saw people with huge soft teddy bears, colourful bananas and blow up hammers. They were all coming from a tombola stall. I ran over quickly so I didn't miss the take off. I paid the woman a pound and took five tickets. The numbers that appeared on my tickets were: Fifty four,Seventy two, One hundred and six, twelve and ten. I won I won I shouted. The woman behind the table took down a giant stuffed polar bear. He was purple and he had a dark blue nose. I saw my dad climbing into the basket so I ran over to join him. Ad I clambered into the basket I cut my finger on the wicker. I was looking forward to this ride so much I couldn't sleep last night. Uncle Pete was driving , can you drive a balloon? Well steering I suppose.