In my Magic Box

 A few years ago in my class, we use to put our imagination down on paper,by creating our own Magic Box       in our mind. I decided to visit this and see just  how much magic was in my Magic Box.

IN MY MAGIC BOX

In my Magic Box baboons screech at each other,warning them where they were going to swing.In my Magic Box bleach white birds harnessed with golden bridles swoop down low.In my Magic Box Caterpillar crawl anxiously across leaves.In my Magic Box .In my Magic Box a waterfall of chocolate cascades down onto the swirly white chocolate path.In my Magic Box a pavlova is my haven,my comfy bed..Happiness and colours explode frantically in the air like a big colossal war.In my Magic Box children play with their parents no matter how silly or embarrassing the game is.

In my Magic Box trees stage a show where the hula under the burning,hot sizzling sun.In my Magic Box dreams of heroic deeds and great successful achievements fly around the air.In my Magic Box I’m the pilot.In my Magic Box...Magic is real