The girl with the red shoes
CHAPTER THREE: Sky full of ladders
Rickety ladders descended from the skies, sweeping children off their feet and taking them far up into the clouds.
The daydreamers skipped out into the warm summer air and left their troubles behind. They gripped tightly at the ladders, and without a care in the world ascended into the clouds.
They cared not for the ache in their legs from climbing for hours, nor did they care for the air that grew colder and colder as they gained height.
They cared only for the beauty of the moment; the adventure that they had dreamed up all on their own.
Here there was no need to grow old.
There were no adults to tell them to grow up or stop laughing or be quiet.
They could be children, they could imagine,
they could dream.
And no-one told them to stop.
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Gabbi de la Torre- Bamber © 2013
Week 3/52
CHAPTER THREE: Sky full of ladders
Rickety ladders descended from the skies, sweeping children off their feet and taking them far up into the clouds.
The daydreamers skipped out into the warm summer air and left their troubles behind. They gripped tightly at the ladders, and without a care in the world ascended into the clouds.
They cared not for the ache in their legs from climbing for hours, nor did they care for the air that grew colder and colder as they gained height.
They cared only for the beauty of the moment; the adventure that they had dreamed up all on their own.
Here there was no need to grow old.
There were no adults to tell them to grow up or stop laughing or be quiet.
They could be children, they could imagine,
they could dream.
And no-one told them to stop.
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Gabbi de la Torre- Bamber © 2013
Week 3/52