I stood there in front of the “1800s irons” museum. “Really” I thought. Out of all of the museums mom could have picked on our vacation, she had to pick the most boring and not interesting one. We walked in and I could not believe it. The museum lived up to its name. Boring. It was literally a bunch of rusty old irons in cases all around the place. What I could not grasp my brain around is that my mom and dad actually seemed INTERESTED. Traitors. This is going to be a very very very long day, I thought.
i went to an iron museum once.
Hello Emile,
I must agree, an 1800s iron museum might not be the best choice for a Year 5 student but it provided you with an opportunity to share your well-written story. Well done.
Ross Mannell (Team 100WC)
Teacher (retired), N.S.W., Australia