my snowboard

My snowboard I remember the rainbow colours on my snowboard. it was smooth as glass. My eyes were like fireworks when I saw my snowboard I was so proud. Whoosh! i was fast as lighting strikes going passed ‘‘come on dad!’’ I shouted Whoosh! Now we were both lighting strikes going passed. The snow was like white powdery candy floss. The cheeky green and black keas whizzed past. Once more my feet click into the blinding. The last ride on my snowboard was the best day of my life. Now there is huge scratches like tiger scratches like tiger strips. My dad now waxes my snowboard like a melting candle . I ci can no longer dart through the snow because I’m back at my cosy home. But I still play on it every chance I get. Mum said that i have to do it on the sheep skin. By Georgia