Wednesday 9 December 2015
I can see the kids on the water slide being shot down into the water.
I see the kid on the flying fox flying straight past me.
I can hear the water when kids smash into it after they have been shot down the slide.
I can hear the screaming kids as they go down the slide.
I can smell the sour lemon in the cold white sun scream.
I can smell the strange water as I jump in.
I can taste the fresh air before I jump into the water.
I taste the yucky water as I accidentally swallow it.
I can feel the osy mud when I try to get to land.
I feel the strong wind as I run across the bridge.
When I touch the cold wires I get chills down my spin.
When I touch the cold but warm water I get chills down my spine.