Mrs Anderson read us the book ‘First Flight’ by June Crebbin. We talked about the narrators point of view and used a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what the story might look like when told in the first person.
The sun had phased through the mountain and the moon began to take its place. In this beautiful evening, I was going to soar through the sky as a newborn child. My heart was racing. A gust of chilly and crisp air blew past, gazing at my majestic feathers. But against all odds, my sharp talons were clenched into the branch. The trees were dancing side to side like it was a human embracing the wind. My large globe-like eyes scanned the night sky while my heart dropped; my first flight could be my last, or that’s what I thought. My heart was slamming against my chest as the wind was doing the same.
Just as I spread my wings, a huge, unexpected gust of wind slammed into me, pushing me backward and spinning me around like a leaf. My wings were stuck to me like they were glued to my back; the fear inside of me was glued into me as I feared to jump. I wondered to myself, “Why can’t I fly like the others?”
As I remembered the times I sought to soar throughout the sky, I built the confidence to spread my wings. I was ready to fight the gusts of wind and the freezing temperature to finally succeed in my task of soaring through the night sky.
With all the courage, faith, and trust I had in myself, I got in position and leaped. I spread my wings, and when I opened my eyes, I could see clearly and straight. But most importantly, I was airbound. Becoming aware with max focus, there was a scent of cheer. I noticed my family and friends calling to me to explore the wonders of the sky with them as the breeze shook the leaves of the giant trees.