Cameron
The Magic Horses
“Why do we have to go to Old Washington?” I asked. “I don’t know, maybe
it will be fun,” Jackson said. “Probably.” The bus headed to Old
Washington.
The bus stopped, “We are here.”
There was the bank back then and the wax maker’s shop. “Gallop,
gallop,gallop.” “Hello strangers,” the people that live there said. “Welcome
to Old Washington.” “Hello,” the class said.
“Do you want to ride in the wagon?” they offered. “Sure!”
They loaded us in the wagon and they asked, ”We want two kids to pull the
horses, how about you….” “Yes!” Jackson said. “And you?” “Me?” “Yes.”
Jackson and I went up to the front. “ You do the left and I will do the right,” I
said.
We pulled as hard as we could and the wagon was in air. “What, this is
cool!” we both said.
About three hours later the people said, “Stop the wagon.” The wagon
stopped. We are on foot back to the bus. “ Thank you,” Jackson and I said
to the people.
“That was fun,” Jackson said. “Yes, it was.” I realized that something that
looks boring could be fun.