My Memory Box

I will put in the box

a high pitched scream from my cousin Lilly,

a handful of smooth sand from Three Cliffs Bay,

the fun feeling when playing babysitting party on my Wii.

I will put in the box

the splash of cold water when I slipped in the rock pool,

the first time climbing over rocks,

a cry from when I jumped in the colourful ball pit, twisting

my foot.

I will put in the box

the wind swooshing past when riding speed in Oakwood

park,a big wave from the blue sea.

My box is fashioned from metal, sand and shells with

butterflies on the top and memories in the corners. Its

hinges are glittering string.

Kayleigh