A Day to Remember by Ivan

My two best friends and I loved flying kites. We always took part in kite-flying competitions. We met up at Punggol park that day during the December holidays.

I was cycling at Punggol park as part of my daily routine. The gentle breeze brushed my hair. The high sunlit clouds drifted across the clear blue sky. I was in high spirits and my mood was set for an enjoyable day. While I was riding my bicycle, I remembered that the park was holding the annual kite-flying competition. I had completely forgotten about it. I was quivering all over with excitement about the event even though I did not bring my kite. If I cycled home, the event would end by the time I returned to the park.

"There was no use crying over spilled milk," I said to myself. I decided to continue cycling.

While I was counting how many laps I had gone around the park, I noticed that the competition had started. I could see different types of kites. I was amazed by the beauty of an eagle-shaped kite. I could not differentiate it from a real eagle. Sitting on my bicycle, I watched the participants fly their kites. How I envied them!

Suddenly, two kites started to rise higher and higher till their lines snapped. The flyaway kites flew and landed onto a tree. Two boys, who were probably their owners, ran towards the tree and looked worried sick.

"Help!" they shouted in despair.

I got out from my bicycle and took a long stick and tried to poke at the kites. Unfortunately, I could not reach them. A lady who was probably their mother, ran towards them. She tried to calm them down. When I realised that It was no use trying to get them by using a stick, I decided to climb up the tree. I am a pretty good climber. I had no trouble getting up the tree.

Hands and feet on the tree trunk, I felt the rough surface of the tree. I gritted my teeth and kept climbing. Not once did I look down till I reached the top. The leaves were swaying side by side as the wind blew. I took the kites and dropped them down. As I made my descent from branch to branch, I could hear the two boys cheering. The two boy's faces lit up with joy. They poured out their gratitude profusely.

From that day on, Ivan and Issac became my good friends and they would remind me whenever there was a kite-flying competition. After the school holidays, I realised that they were my new schoolmates!