The sun danced through the little openings in the leaves. My fingers found the page and I started to read the part about the gingerbread house. I open the book The Nutcracker Story, written by ETA Hoffman and thought about Tchaikovsky who composed the music so that it could be adapted to a ballet. I decide to rest my back against its huge trunk. Looming directly in front of me is a magnificent gum tree. I hear my friends play with joy and the noise of busy adults preparing the picnic. Clutching my latest play book to my chest I stroll along, looking at the little wild flowers that grow along the path. I stand there for a moment and watch them all, like a bystander. Isabella and the other kids play dodge ball, I can hear them giggling and shouting with glee. My friends and I wonder off, leaving the adults to prepare lunch. I am at the park with my family and friends.
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