Mrs Anderson read us the book ‘First Flight’ by June Crebbin. We talked about the narrators point of view and used a Gemini Gem to prompt us to think more deeply about what the story might look like when told in the first person. Me and my partner created this story and wrote it in first person as if we were Blink who was the main character in the book. Something I liked about this task was being able to learn more stronger words that we could use while writing.
As the sun took its place, allowing the moon to rise, a wisp of gentle breeze through the forest made me shiver as I started to prepare myself for my first flight ever, mentally and physically.
My talons gripped the branch tightly and I was about to take one talon off until a gust of wind almost blew me over and I quickly held back onto the branch and my fear got a hold of my confidence.
The quite small branch shook slightly with the wind but I tried not to get that hold of me and built up my courage and thought that I was finally ready to soar in the sky with the rest of the parliament calling my name.
But as my eyes filled with curiosity I took a peep over the long branch only to see how elevated I was.
My wings tingled just by looking at the distance from the branch. I was terrified and I could only think of the worst, I couldn’t bear the thought of everything going wrong and falling into the dark and cold abyss.
My Mother, who sensed my overwhelming fear, sauntered next to me and as just I lost all hope of flying Mother reassured me and she took me under her wing.
“Don’t fret little one, we have all been there before and you need to remember that I am here with you.” Mother comforted me.
“But what if everything goes wrong and I mess up my first flight? I would be known as the owl who messed up his first flight!” I exclaimed in fear.
“It’s fine, you can only be scared of something if you make it scary. So you should learn that you should take chances. I believe in you.” Mother reassured me with her gentle and kind words.
I then started to gain more hope in myself and as Mother stepped back to give me space to finally fly.
My confidence and courage began to skyrocket. The only thing I could think of was to just take that risk, only then would it all be over and done with, I prepared myself once more, ready to take action. My wings were spread wide ready to glide with my talons set loose, I stood tall prepared for the wind to blow me over.
I wasn’t scared this time. I took my first leap of faith by relaxing my talons causing them to set loose letting me fall. I was flying! Mother and I were hovering across the quiet and sleeping city, from then I have never been so happy. — “Don’t let overthinking kill your happiness because you can only be scared of something if you make it scary.”