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- We jumped up and down on our seats
- My sister and me
- We giggled and waved at the passing
cars
- When driving to the sea
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- Dad said “Calm down” and we
laughed
- My sister and me
- Mum said “Will you be good
girls”
- When driving to the sea.
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- We pulled our sandwiches out of
their bags
- My sister and me
- “Don’t eat them all just yet”
said Mum
- When driving to the sea.
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- We loved to see the scenery change
- My
sister and me
- Green fields soon replaced houses
- When driving to the sea.
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- The kind of weather never bothered
- My sister and me
- But Mum kept praying for the sun
- When driving to the sea.
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- We talked of pocket money and sticks
of rock
- My sister and me
- Should we buy a bucket or ball
- When driving to the sea.
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- The call of seagulls thrilled the
ears of
- My sister and me
- Through open windows we smelt the
air
- When driving to the sea.
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- “We’re here, we’re here” we
used to shriek
- My sister and me
- On finally seeing that distant blue
line
- When driving to the sea.
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- Mum and Dad then seemed relieved to
- My sister and me
- On the journey they rarely smiled
- When driving to the sea.
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