Published Writing Recount

                My Waitangi Day

              

“Aaa Ggghh, I’m boooored!” I moaned as the car came to a stop. It was Waitangi day and as always it was busy. Lucy, Ngaz, Nana, Mum and me were in the car sweating like pigs while we waited in an ENORMOUS line on the road to get to the shuttle. Finally, we made it to the car park after an HOUR probably. The car come to a stop for the last time and we all came racing out of the car to get some fresh air. My feet touched the lush green grass in the paddock  “Ahhhh” I said in relief as the breeze passed through my body. “Grubby!” I laughed as I pointed to the back of a car that had the word grubby on it. We all laughed and made our way towards the gate. “ANOTHER LINE! THIS ONE IS EVEN BIGGER!” I shouted as we walked across the road to the shuttle line. “Waitangi day better be worth all my walkin today” I said in an annoying way. We made it to the bus and jumped in and surprisingly Jodey was driving our bus. We got to the bus stop and came out, it was even hotter. We watched the Navy people play and we watched 21 guns salute which was so exciting for me since I have never seen it before. We were all puffed out after getting some fresh baked fry bread for lunch and so we headed home. “I enjoyed my day thanks mum and nana,” I said smiling.