|Credit: Burlaki on the Hudson. London Thames|
I stepped onto the deck at the bottom of the London Eye. I felt like an ant compared to it. Then suddenly it was time to get on the jet boat. There was an bottom layer where people could sit and watch and top ` section which had better view but very windy.I climbed the stairs to the second story as the boat started off down the river. The wind nearly blew me over I reached out and grabbed a chair and held it tightly. My eyes were watering and it was awkward to see straight ahead so I ducked my head straight under the chair. The wind now rushed past the top of my head but my view was obstructed by the chair’s metal sides.
I crawled down to the bottom. I went to the front and I thought wow my eyes don't hurt and i can see the sights equally as well. Suddenly, I smelt reeking socks and rotten apples. I looked behind me and saw a pile of throw up next to my feet.
I knew now I had to go back up or find another place between the stairs. The view would have been beautiful if the throwing up and the wind hadn’t happened!
[Success Criteria: In this recount writing we tried to use the five senses and some similes. We focused on telling a story, and slowing down the action. Some of us tried to use good sound words also.]