My Mum worked about five miles away but she always complained about how long it took her to get to work. I had never been this way before and I wondered why everyone wanted to go in this direction. There were hundreds of cars everywhere and we were stuck going no-where
The radio was playing some boring old songs that my Mum was singing along too and I was sat in the back wondering how long this journey was going to take.
I pressed my face up against the cold glass of the window hoping that it would wake me up a little bit. I was so bored! Maybe it wasn’t worth going on holiday if this was the punishment.
Then I remembered the pencils and notepad. I had put them in the top of my backpack for easy access. I reached over to the seat next where I had strapped my bag in. Safety first!
I let out another excited little laugh which caused my Mum to jump out of her seat.
“Sorry Mum, I just noticed the pencils and the notepad say my name on them!”
Across the front of the notepad and up the side of the pencils read the letters M-E-G-A-N.
What should I draw?
I turned to the first page. The smell of the new book was impossible to ignore and I just sat there staring at the blank page. So many thing I could draw.
I started with a stick man. I gave him big shoes and big hands and a huge smile on his face. He looked pretty good, now for some background stuff.
I changed colour to a brown and started to draw a box in the background that would hopefully turn into a building. I gave it a pointy roof and a door, windows, and a big sign over the front that said “Megan’s Sweet Shop.”
Mr Williamson would be proud that I put the apostrophe in the correct place!
I drew a little path going from the stick man to the front of the shop and put little bumps on it. It was a cobbled street, just like the Romans had.
I was about to start drawing a horse that my little stick man could ride but the traffic started to move. I closed the pad and watched out of the window.
We passed about ten cars before coming to a stop again.
Great, this journey is going to take forever!
I reached down and opened the pad again looking for the best place to draw the horse.
If I put it too close to the shop I would have to make it really small, otherwise the scale would be wrong. I could put it next to the stick man, but he was already walking to the shop.
Wait a minute!
I had drawn the stick man at the bottom of the path. Now he appears half way along it.
At least I think that was what I did. I couldn’t remember. Maybe I did draw the path around him.
I was tired and the excitement of going on holiday was clearly getting to me.
Forget about drawing a horse. I think I need to draw a bench to sit down on.
Next to the stick man I drew a little bench. Four legs, a long place to sit and little love hearts engraved in the back of it.
That looked good. Now the little stick man could sit down after he bought some chocolate, I thought.
Then the car started to move again so I closed the notepad and put the pencil back in its little container.
We moved sixteen cars this time before one again coming to a stop.
Both me and my Mum let out a huge sigh at the same time. She turned around and looked at me. We both laughed.
“Don’t worry, it’s just this little bit, we’ll be there soon.” She said.
“It’s OK. I am drawing.” I replied and I held up my notepad for her to see.
“Cool, a sweet store. And is that you sitting on the bench outside waiting to go in?” Mum asked.
“Yep” I replied, not realising what Mum had said.
I turned to look at the picture and then it hit me. My little stick man was sitting on the bench. I know I hadn’t drawn him like this!