My story I found from one of my nine year old notebooks;
‘The sun set upon the distant horizon as I walked along uneven dirt roads. Sillouhetted trees watched me as I trudged through the thick air. I peered out at the sun, not caring about my eyes burning- I had nothing left to lose anyway. Streaks of different hues painted the sunset like a canvas already filled with colour. As the sun set I came to a realisation; I had to rest relatively soon if I wanted to have energy for tomorrow. I looked around, just in the forest, barely breaking the tree line, was a small pond, surrounded by a thin clearing. I walked closer, once reaching the clearing, I set down my bag, peering into the sapphire lake. Leaves disrupted the formerly smooth surface as they dipped through the air. Distant rustling made em turn, startled. My vision guided me to stand at the foot of a tree, peering up through the leaves into the star- spotted sky.’