Mundesley by Daisy

Mundesley by Daisy

 My special space is filled with people all the time. We laugh and play. The rare moments that you are alone you miss everyone. It is just you and the house. My house is on a cliff in Mundesley. My special place is a Dancer balancing on her toes her balance is in perfect place but she could tumble either way. She might fall over the edge of the stage and just keep on falling with the whole audience watching. This is my special place it is balancing precariously on a cliff.

 My special place is filled with memories they seem to seep from the walls.  The memories ooze like slime in a horror film you can’t stop them filling your head. Our small room is fit to burst with good times like laughing uncontrollably at a joke in a cracker (that wasn’t actually that funny). We would stay up until five in the morning giggling and gossiping then the next day, once we had emerged from our beds, we would go downstairs and have a pancake feast.

 Rick, my friend’s dad, would take our orders (mostly Nutella and lemon and sugar) then around fifteen minutes later we would get back a dripping pancake. To make us laugh it would be made so that the pancake was the smile of the face and two strawberries would be the eyes and a dab of Nutella  for a nose .The face would smile up at us, that face out of food would be mirrored on everyone’s faces just because we were all together in my special place.