Super boringly, I sit on my red, soft couch watching YouTube with my sisters. They are watching YouTube happily, unlike me. “Can we listen to music instead of watching this?” I ask. Lucy ignores me and continues to watch it. I spend all my time inside playing video games and watching YouTube. Day after day it’s always the same for us. It might sound cool to you but not when you think that's what you’re going to do for the rest of your life.
I slowly pick up my crutches and walk around trying to find something to do. “Mum should be home by now,” I think to myself. All of a sudden mum taps me on the shoulder and nearly makes me hit the roof. “YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH MUM!” I yell. She tells me to go with her. I follow and find a dark, large, scary looking box. We all start to wonder what's inside.
All at once the lid springs open. In amazement we see the cutest, sweetest, furriest puppy pop out. Mum goes to her room to make a phone call while we start to fight about a name. Lucy, my big sister, says we should name him Mambo. Ivy, my little sister, says we should name him Leo. I say we should name him Dustin. Mum ends her phone call and sees us fighting on a name. “STOP NOW!” Mum yells at us for fighting and she decides for us. She tells us we’re naming him Albert. We all agree.
Screams of happiness come from my sisters, but not from me. “EEK! LET'S GO OUTSIDE AND PLAY!” Lucy squeals with joy. Lucy goes and gets the ball and exits the house. Albert begs me to join in and play, but I ignore him. I watch them play and want to join in but can’t. Then the ball rolls towards me and Albert barks. I can’t resist, I pick up the ball and go and play with them.
After dinner each night we always go back outside with Albert to play until bedtime. No more boring Youtube for us. Each day is different now because we play with Albert when it’s not raining. If it is raining we bring him inside and sing with him. Albert has changed our lives.
Thanks to Albert my life now is filled with fun, sunshine and happiness. Woof, woof!
One beautiful day I am sitting in my room doing nothing, wishing I could play outside like I used to but sadly I can't... I'll probably get lost and I don't want that to happen, do I? It could be worse.
Mum and Dad call my name from downstairs. I carefully walk downstairs into the living room. Mum says, “There’s a box for you.” A box I wonder. I feel around and feel a cardboard textured box. In that second I hear a bark...
I nervously open the box. It's like there’s a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. I feel something as fluffy as a teddy bear but it’s also wearing a special harness. It must be a guide dog! I jump with happiness because I have never had a dog before, but more importantly I can go outside on my own with my guide dog.
My guide dog begs me to come outside to play. I say, “No,” because I'm still a bit anxious to go out on my own. My guide dog starts whining so I finally say “Yes.” All at once we get up and step by step I move forward carefully. I mean I love the gift but does Mum know how it feels to be blind? It’s not pleasant or easy. It feels dark, scary and lonely.
Gradually over time I become confident enough with my guide dog. Now it’s excellent and so much fun. Imagine my happiness now. I can go to the park with my guide dog and I can go on public transport. I am so thankful for this gift. I can finally do things I couldn’t before.
My guide dog has given me independence and a new best friend!
As I approach the oval I see my friends playing football. They are kicking goals, and having fun. I really want to play with them except I can't. I miss playing football, I miss kicking goals and I miss marking the ball. A tear rolls down my cheek, I wipe my tears away.
Ring, ring! My teacher stops talking to everyone and picks up the phone. Next thing I know my teacher tells me I have to go home. I wonder why I’m going home early? Who is picking me up? Maybe it’s my mum. I hope I don’t have to go back to the doctors, I don’t like it.
My heart is beating like a drum as I wait nervously on the cold hospital bed for the doctor to assess my leg. The doctor appears out of nowhere holding a special prosthetic leg. I am so excited to get a prosthetic leg. I see people using prosthetic leg exercising and training, and playing. That’s exactly what I want to do. My dream is to learn to use my new leg to get me back onto the footy ground.
I go to a special gym to start my recovery journey. Then I continue to practise by walking around the block. Hours pass waiting for the next day for school to begin. I sigh as I wake up putting my school clothes on. I walk into the classroom, waiting for the bell to ring. It feels like ages but then the bell goes for recess. I can finally attempt to play footy and kick some goals. “What I am so bad at football,” I say to myself. I’m as angry as a bees whose nest has been crushed. I used to be so good at footy and now I am terrible.
Everyday after school I practise playing football. All day I practise in my backyard with the two poles. I run with my friends, they throw the ball to me, we kick to each other over and over again. The next time I get on the footy field I am amazing, I kick goals all over the ground, I sprint past my team, I mark the ball jumping high in the air. I will never forget football ever again.
Football fever grips me, I play football forever.
Owww, owww, owww, I bump my head against the wall again. I’m sad, frustrated, upset and annoyed. I trip and fall onto the sofa. “Why does life need to be so HARD?” I cry. I miss the old days when everything was easier and I could get my anger out by playing music.
Driving to school I hear music, I wish I could see, I miss playing the piano. I’m upset, frustrated, and annoyed as I hear the beautiful music of the piano on the radio I tell my mum to turn off the radio.
In Performing Arts at school, my teacher leads me to the piano and I sit down next to her. I feel the keys and my face turns red like chili. I’m nervous to try to play the piano. As I feel my fingers dance across the familiar keys, I begin to relax. I feel happy and relieved. I give my Performing Arts teacher a BIG cuddle and thank her for encouraging me to play.
The next day at school, the teacher asks if I can play the piano at assembly. I sit down at the piano but I feel so nervous I freeze like an ice cube and my fingers refuse to touch the keys. My teacher is sitting next to me and whispers in my ear. She has so much passion that it helps me to feel at ease. Her words of encouragement make me feel cool, calm and confident. My fingers start to lightly hit the keys. When I finish, the students cheer and clap. My teacher leads me across the stage to my seat and my smile is as wide as the world. I feel like a shining diamond, like my old self again.
I begin to play the piano more often. I improve everyday. The music is as calming as a gentle stream. I can’t STOP playing the piano. It’s amazing to play a piano when you can’t SEE!
Who would believe a girl who cannot see, just completed her lifelong dream to play a piano?
I’m sad at home watching Collingwood vs GWS Giants on TV. Scott Pendlebury kicks an amazing goal. I wish I was playing football. But now I can only watch. I can’t kick. I can’t mark because I might fall down. I can’t run. Not the way I am now.
I hop in the car, I think I’m going to get bad news. Mum and I are on our way to the hospital, I’m feeling sad because I’m sick and tired of going to the hospital all the time. It’s a place that makes me think about - getting needles, having operations and lots of pain. I hate the hospital.
I’m at the hospital in the waiting room. The doctor calls me to the special room with a box inside. The doctor gives me a box, it’s light and easy to carry. l open the box and I see a red and black robotic foot made of metal. I put the robotic foot on. l feel scared as I stand for the first time.
I practise at home outside kicking, running and marking with my robotic foot with Mum and Dad. I’m no longer scared. I’m happy I now have my robotic foot and I can do everything once again.
As I close the cupboard door in the club rooms quietly, I feel excited to see my teammates again. “SURPRISE!” I’m back at training and everyone is excited to see me. It feels good to be running around the oval again.
I can’t believe that I’m back with my awesome, amazing, cool team.
Sadly I sit on the bench watching all my friends play basketball. OH! I just wish I could play the way I used to. I miss scoring, I miss throwing, I miss dribbling. I’m feeling very sorry for myself.
RING, RING, RING! Oh my phone is buzzing in my pocket. Who would be calling me when I’m at basketball? I reach into my pocket, I get out the phone and it is my dad. Why would he call me in the middle of the basketball match? He sounds angry and he says to, “COME HOME NOW!” I am terrified! What did I do?
I slowly walk through the park, and I can’t stop thinking about basketball. I wish I could go on the court to play. I get so jealous! I can’t believe my eyes at what I am seeing. It’s a man doing unbelievable tricks, amazing tricks! Who is this man? Why is he here? I approach the man and ask him if he can help me do some of those tricks. He smiles and says he would love to help me.
I find out the man plays for Australia in the Paralympics. He teaches me how to play basketball with one hand. Practice, practice, practice! Scoring is hard but dribbling is easy. While l am practising l think about my friends at basketball. I feel ready to play. When I get to the stadium, I can’t wait to show them my tricks. I hope they are as amazed as me when I show them all the tricks that I’ve learnt.
I run into the stadium with excitement. The game is still on. I slowly sit down on the bench to join the game. The game is almost over! I’m finally on the court. Most of the other team run towards me for the ball. I quickly dribble and run at the same time, pass it to my teammate and he passes it back to me. The ring is right behind me. I jump and…SCORE!!!!!!!!!! The crowd is cheering at my friends and me. I finally get what I want. I can play basketball.
Who would believe I would be back on the court again?
I am sitting at home watching soccer. I am sad that I can’t play soccer anymore. I wish I could play again. My dream is to be the best goalie ever. I ask my dad if we can do something about it.
I go outside with my crutches, I see my dad in our backyard. He tells me he is taking me to a special hospital appointment for my leg. He tells me this visit will change my life. I’m so excited but I’m nervous too .What does he mean when he says this will change my life?
I have been to so many hospital appointments to help me with my leg. I have given up hope of ever walking without crutches again. What could this special appointment do for me? We finally arrive. I use my crutches to make my way into the hospital room. The doctor starts to talk to me about all the measurements he has been taking every time I go in and see him. He asks, “Do you know what we have been doing for you?” I know they have been trying to help me walk, but I don’t know what is coming next.
Here it is, a brand new, shiny, grey, metallic leg. My head explodes with joy like never before.They attach the leg to me and it’s a perfect fit! Slowly and carefully I stand up, it feels really weird. I try to walk , I stumble but I pick myself up. My dad is as proud as a peacock. He is seeing me walk by myself for the first time ever.
Suddenly I hear a knock on the door. I slowly get up and start walking it’s my dad! He is saying that it’s time for me to practise walking. At first I fall over but I stand up again. I practise on my new leg all day long. The next day I wake up, I get dressed, then my dad tells me we are going to your old soccer club. I’m scared that I’m not ready but my dad tells me I am. I need to be determined to believe that I can play soccer again.
My determination will help me achieve my goals in life.
As a cloud casts a shadow on a new day I go to school. I see Susie and she tells us all about the cross country race we need to train for - I know she doesn’t mean me. How can I possibly run cross country like this?
Today I'm going to the doctor for another appointment, there have been so many of them! He goes into the storage room and gets out my mechanical leg piece and he starts to fit the leg piece onto my leg. I am so excited because it fits. I put on my new leg for the first time ever. It feels weird, like it’s not really a part of my body. I stand up as my legs shake like an earthquake. I nearly fall but I save myself. As I try to walk I wobble and wobble, l feel like the mechanical leg will fall off. But my brain knows it won’t.
I am at home happy as Larry because I have a new mechanical leg. I put it on and think a long solid thought about how this will change my life. I’m very nervous about my new leg. I think what if I don’t like it? What if people stare at me? Then I put my thoughts to the back of my head. I know that this leg is life changing for me.
I practice and practice and practice with my mechanical leg for hours everyday! My goal is to be part of the cross country team for MPPS. I am so desperate to be chosen for the team. I practice and practice until I can’t do anymore.
Imagine not being able to walk. Then you get a present that changes your life that makes you walk. I am really nervous, Susie is calling out the team… I am in the team! Today is the big event I am at the starting line 3,2,1 Go! At the end of the race I end up in 5th place. Best day ever!
Being part of a team means my life is now full of joy, happiness and love.
Step, step, step, I walk lazily down the street. I’m so bored! I feel sick inside. Using my hands and legs to help me walk, slowly I move cautiously trying not to trip over. It’s hard to open doors when my hands and arms are doing all the work.
Carefully, I walk home. Every movement has to be slow or else I will fall over. Every second I become more tired. Walking is such an effort now. Ring, ring, ring! Oh no! My phone is ringing. I need to put one of my crutches in my other hand and carefully balance. I cautiously get my phone and quickly answer it. It’s Mum. She says I should stay where I am and she will pick me up to go to the hospital.
All of a sudden at the hospital, to my surprise, the specialist gives me something that blows my mind. It is something amazing, something glorious, something extraordinary. It is a robotic leg! Now I will feel like the others. I’m amazed, I’m thrilled, I’m grateful. Now I understand why the specialist took my measurements and a mould of my legs last month. They did that to make my robotic leg. It’s time to try it on, and give it a test run!
I’m as happy as a kid in a toy store. I’m so happy my smile is as big as an elephant. The doctor carefully attaches the robotic leg to mine. He tells me that I need to practice getting up, balancing, and walking. It is hard at first, then it becomes easier, then it becomes easy. Now the doctor tells me that I am ready to go, I have had enough practice for now. I leave the hospital exhausted but extremely happy. I’m on my way to walking on my own.
Determination is all I need to be free of my crutches. My life is incredible now. I can run, I can walk, I can spin. Now me and my robotic leg are as close as peanut butter and jelly. Now I can finally arrive early. I've never been early before. Dusk slowly emerges as I walk back home.
I’m as excited as a monkey in a tree. Boredom has been defeated.
I’m lying on my bed trying to escape the sadness of always being left out. I try to visualise myself before the accident happened. I suddenly realise my dad has walked in my room. I’m surprised because he never really disturbs me. He has a weird grin on his face like he is hiding something from me, it’s not a bad thing. It has me puzzled.
Dad orders me out of bed. I groan and groan. I feel annoyed, I just want to be left alone. He tells me to get dressed and throws me this special shirt. I don’t know what it’s for. I put it on and unbelievably it makes me feel special. I’m not sure why though. Dad tells me to get ready we are going for a drive.
The drive takes us across many winding roads. We stop for lunch. Then we’re on the road again. I’m constantly questioning my dad about where he is taking me. Finally he tells me what the shirt is for. I shout in joy and as much as I try, I can't stop. I suddenly freeze there is a long pause. Can I become a scout with only one hand?
Tentatively, I walk into the large room. I am really nervous because I’m sure none of the children there will like me. They’ll see me as being different. A boy around my age walks over to me. Suddenly I feel the fear running through me. I feel the tension in my muscles. I’m scared he is going to tease me about my hand. As the boy is about to talk. I interrupt him. “PLEASE don’t tease me about my hand.” “Oh sorry if I worried you,” says the boy. I just want to say, “It's ok to be different.” I’m speechless, I thought he was going to tease me. But he just wants to be my friend. I have just met my new mate Peter.
Excitedly I run to my dad saying I have a new friend, I have a new friend. We get in the car and we’re on the road again. We travel for what feels like hours. We finally stop for dinner. Once we get home. I start laughing. Best day ever!
I stayed with the scouts for many years.
Whoosh the wind blows in my face. I am at the park, I’m rolling down the hill. I can hear lots of kids playing and screaming. Ahh I’m still out of control. My chair is rolling down the hill. I’m terrified but no one understands what I am saying. I think I’m going to die. Mum finally comes and stops me and let’s me know I’m safe.
When I’m in public I feel weird because no one understands me. People talk to me like I’m a baby, I’m a big girl, I’m 9 years old. I have a brain, a great brain but I just can’t tell you what I know.
Suddenly a girl from the park comes and sits next to me. She begins to talk to me just like I am normal, I wonder why she’s talking to me? Most people ignore me. I’ve never felt better. I use my Dynabox to communicate with this girl. I ask her do you think I’m weird because I can’t walk, I can’t talk by myself, I can’t use any of my body parts except my eyes?’’ “I know how you’re feeling right now, you and my brother both have a great brain. You just find different ways to move and communicate. But you are both super smart,” she says. I feel I have made my first ever real friend.
My new friend invites me to her house. I meet her friends. I see her brother, he is the same as me. We all have a great time playing, dancing, eating. This is the best day of my life. I feel like any person that plays with their friends.
Happiness overtakes me because now I have friends that get me and like me for who I am. I’m lucky to have friends like this. This has to be the best day of my life.
Who ever thought a visit to the park would bring me a friend who would change my life?
Tick, tock, tick, tock, I’ve been playing video games for a whole day. It’s so boring. My greatest wish is to ride a bicycle. Do you think that I can ride a bicycle? Well I could before but not anymore. So now all I have to play is these boring bicycle video games on the TV.
Eventually my parents come downstairs. They look at me sitting on the couch and sigh then they go back upstairs. I hear a door SLAM, then my parents talking. I want some rest so I go and turn the TV off. I lie down on the couch I am about to fall asleep when my parents come downstairs and yell at me to go outside.
I sigh and take my crutches, I hobble outside. The morning air invites me outside. I think to myself if I didn’t have to use crutches I could run around happily, the feeling of disappointment runs through my mind. Why did this have to happen to me? As I hobble around the front yard something catches my eye. There on the driveway is a present, I nervously move closer to it. I notice it has my name on it. I open it and to my surprise inside is a special bike.
It is a great bike for me it is electric. I don’t need to push it I just have to press the start button and pedal it with my hands. There are two levers I just have to pull and push them. It is the finest present for me,I feel like I have the best parents in the world I can’t thank them enough.
As dusk slowly emerges I walk outside, ever since I got my bike my life has changed for the better. Now I can do things quickly, for example I can go in races, I can reach faraway places quickly, I can run faster than other people, I can run longer than normal. I feel better with my new bike I have the perfect present that I want.
Who would believe that my entire life could change with one special bike?
I have been sitting in a dark, gloomy room for hours and hours. On my PS4 Pro playing Bike Play 2019 again! I wish that could be me racing around the track at high speed.
Ring, ring the phone goes off. It’s my best friend asking me to meet him at the park. He tells me he’s got something for me and to come NOW! I wonder… what could he possibly have? I’m in the car I’m nearly at the park. My Mum is worried because there are strangers, I could fall over and get hurt .But she wants me to go outside and play with my friends so she lets me go. I walk up the rocky steps, I find my friend sitting down. He has something massive hidden under a blanket. I wonder what it could be?
All at once he rips of the blanket off. I stare in amazement, is that for me? I walk around in delight. I touch it feel it. A BIKE! I thank him so much. He tells me the story of how lots of friends, and family collected money to get me the bike. All of sudden familiar faces jumps out of the bushes and yell, “SURPRISE!” I can’t believe it but I am so happy.
I have no idea how to ride this bike or even how to pedal I’m terrified I won’t be able to ride it. My friend walks up to me and tells me he will show me how the bike works. I’m so relieved! He tells me this will be easy as reading a great book. My friend shows me how to use my new bike. Apparently I use my hands to make it move and to steer it. The gears are as smooth as a table top, they are so easy to change. The brakes stop and go like the air is working them. It’s not long before I am on my new bike, riding away.
3 months later I’m riding my new bike in the great outdoors as happy as Larry. My best friend and I go off roading, street biking, we go everywhere. Before I was sitting in a dark, gloomy room now the sun’s my best mate.
My life is now filled with joy, harmony and fun with my bike.
Bang, bang, bang! The basketball bounces on the court as the match goes on. I watch wanting to rush onto the court and score a goal but I can’t. I really want to but I can’t. My team, Boomers score a goal. They’re winning! Finally the match ends and Boomers win. I pick up my crutches and leave quietly with my mum.
Hhh… I look out of the car window thinking how happy I was before. I could play basketball, I could play netball, I could play soccer. Now I can’t play anything. I can’t run anymore, in fact I can’t even walk without help. Surely there is something that can help me. As soon as we get home mum reminds me about my hospital appointment tomorrow, I GROAN! Nothing new, always appointments and appointments and more appointments! I’m sick of this! I struggle up the stairs and throw myself on my bed. Why does life have to be so miserable?
The next morning mum pops her head in the door and can tell that I don’t want to go to my appointment today. She says, “Look at the bright side you get to go outside.” Why doesn't Mum understand what it feels like to not be normal? I didn’t sleep in the car this time, I don’t know why. Finally we get to the hospital. We line up and say we have an appointment for me, and have a seat. We wait and wait and wait. Meanwhile mum looks at a mechanical leg ang points to it. Wait… was she saying for me to have one? Wow! I never ever dreamt about having one. If I get one I can play basketball again! I agree so we do it.
Months later after more appointments and measurements the day finally comes. This feels weird. I’m as slow as a snail. I walk towards my mum, I did it! I walk even further this time, but faster. I walk faster and faster and faster! I’m running, this is a miracle! The doctor just tightens my leg strap and I do a few more tests. I’m good to go! I skip with joy to the car, I jump in the front this time. As soon as we get home I sprint faster than Usain Bolt to the garage. I search for the only thing that can make me - me again. I throw everything on the floor. I’m just about to throw something - and there it is. My fantastic, round, orange basketball. I rush out and stare at the hoop. I practice my dribbling, leg movement and shooting. I can play basketball again!!!
A stream of happiness gushes through my body. This is definitely the favourite day of my life. I’m FINALLY playing with my basketball team! My mum and dad are cheering for me. Suddenly I get the ball and I shoot… we win! This is the best match I’ve ever played.
My life now is full of joy, happiness and excitement all thanks to a mechanical leg.
Hhhhh. What to do, what to do? Sit on the couch and do nothing I can tick that off my list. I hear the time go by. Tick tock, tick tock. Ring, that’s my phone.
It’s my parents on the phone. They want me to walk over to their house. I’ve been living on my own for five years now. I love being independent, but it can get lonely sometimes. I find my cane and begin my walk to my parents. Mum welcomes me in. I go to hug her but instead I feel something hard, cold, straight. That’s not my mum.
What can this be? I feel it again. It’s square, feels smooth like cardboard, is it a box? Mum opens it for me. I reach in and … OMG it’s a dog. Wait! It’s a guide dog I can feel it’s coat. I hold it’s lead and walk around. Guess what? I don’t bump into anything. Mum says he might be a little pushy at first. I wonder what she means? I walk home I’m so excited I forget my cane.
My life is at a much faster pace now that I live with a guide dog. I go to order my groceries on my voice computer. My dog stops me he barks loudly, complaining, he picks up his lead and pushes it into my hand. I guess that’s a strong message to actually go to the grocery store. To buy food. What a new experience for me.
Three months later… We walk out the door and I LOVE IT. The fresh air, the space, the feeling. I LOVE IT. The luscious green tree leaves sway over my head as I walk through the park. I sit down on the green grass and unpack the picnic basket. It’s always great to take a walk even in winter.
It’s awesome being independent.
Let me tell you about my life. I love basketball but I can’t play anymore. I am watching a game at a stadium. All my friends are practicing just before the big game. It’s start time, I’m desperate to jump on that court and start playing. But that’s impossible for me.
Sadly, I go home, I lay on my bed and try to think of something to cheer myself up. My dad knocks on my door and asks me to come with him. I’m worried because of the way he says it. We get into the car, I start to feel anxious, my dad is acting really weird, he keeps looking at me and smiling.
He parks his car near a huge building, all of a sudden an ambulance pulls out in front. My dad grabs my wheelchair helps me onto it and we move to the fast, smooth, see through glass. We walk through the glass door, it opens, we get to a door that has Room 1 on it. We go in and wait, it’s always pretty scary waiting, especially when you’re not sure why your even here. I guess I just have to trust my dad.
The doctor is there waiting for us to enter. We all see this shiny, metallic, robotic leg sitting on the bench. A shock runs through my body. The doctor helps me put it on but I’m not strong enough so then my dad comes and we all work together to fit my new leg to my body. When I first get up I feel worried because I think It’s not going to work. The doctor asks me to stand up so he can see me balance. Nervously I walk from one end of the room to the other. It’s hard to walk because I don’t remember how to walk. I take one step and then another I have got the hang of it now. I’m as happy as a pig playing in mud! This is the best day ever.
My dream begins now. There is only 1 minute left in the game, the score stands at 3 to 2, I quickly shoot the ball before time runs out. I score the winning goal I have achieved my dream. I can tick that off my list.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, I hope I can achieve more goals in my life.
Boom! The car blows up on my video game. I am amazed it looks awesome. But, I also feel sad because I am lonely, it’s only been me and my dad for a long time. I suddenly pause the game to stretch and get a drink. I glance outside at the kids across the street they look like they’re having a lot of fun.
I slowly turn around and I see something outside. It sort of looks like a box. It doesn't sort of look like a box it is a box. I think Dad’s ordering stuff online again. I decide to go to the lounge room when suddenly I see the box move. I’m probably seeing things I think to myself. As it moves again I think of running. I’m as scared as a 5 year old in the dark. But the box is outside and I'm safe inside. It must be alive. I open the back door and carefully use my crutches to guide myself to the box I grab the box so it can’t move.
I carefully open a little corner and peer in the box. My excitement levels are a thousand out of a hundred. It is something fluffy, it has a long tail and cute little paws. To my surprise a cat jumps out like a frog it is so cute. I can't resist giving it a cuddle. It feels terrific in my arms, I almost lose my balance and fall over with excitement. I still wonder why I’ve found a box sitting outside with a cat in it. Why is it here?
I do everything with my new pet, I still don’t know why it was left outside. Suddenly my dad comes outside. He tells me he ordered the cat. I give him the biggest hug and then I keep on playing with my new cat. It is an awesome day I have so much fun with my cat. It’s as beautiful as a butterfly in spring.
I feel so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. Outside I see the trees dancing I feed the cat some lamb chops, she chews them up ferociously. After I feed the cat it’s time for bed. My new best friend has made me have excitement in my life again.
I can’t believe this awesome, cute, adorable cat has changed my life. Would it change yours?
First day of school with no friends, everyone thinks I’m not fun. Why? Not sure. I go outside, everyone is having the greatest time except me. When I’m at school I learn very differently. I have special teachers to take me outside, I can’t walk. But I can still play, I’m a kid after all.
It’s learning time and we need to get into pairs. There’s an odd number of people in my class and no one wants to be my partner so I’m left out. I’m different. I can always be partners with my special teacher but I want a friend like everyone else.
New day at school but a little bit different, there’s a new student in my class. He looks shy like I was when I came to this school. Hopefully I can be friends with this boy, he looks nice and we are similar in some ways. He has a special teacher with him as well, just like me. His special teacher helps him by using AUSLAN to talk to him but my special teacher uses her voice to communicate with me. I really want to talk to him but I don’t know how.
Our teacher tells us to get in pairs I just realized that that's there's an even number of people in my class. I'm as excited as a child in a toy shop. I can be partners with new boy and this is one of my first times having a partner in a long time, I'm so excited. We start talking, I talk with my voice and he talks using AUSLAN. My special teacher helps me to talk to him she tells me what he's saying because she knows sign language. That's how we communicate together.
Imagine my excitement, I have a best friend for the first time. We go outside and we play A to Z. How do you play? Well you choose a topic like names, ice cream flavours etc. Then with every letter you need to say a word about the topic that starts with the letter you’re up to. We play all day, we are great friends.
Friendship can be unexpected but can bring you happiness.
Ow! Bump! Ow! I’m bumping into things. I cannot smell baking or hear the busy sounds of our house. I can smell grass. I can smell flower. I can hear traffic, pedestrians and birds chirping. Where am I? My life is not normal, but that’s alright I suppose. I have no friends because of my problem. I sit curiously as the sun pushes against my eyelids. Finally, I move away from the noise and whimper.
My heart drops. I feel something touching my paw. It’s as gentle as a ballerina’s touch. It’s a dog, no it’s a horse. OH NO! I hear it purr, it’s a cat. The way she purrs and rubs against my paw I think she wants to help me. Should I trust her? I’m freaking out that a cat, actually wants to help me.
I’m going to be brave. I build up my courage I’m going to trust her. I hope I chose the right decision. As she softly rubs against my body I think I made the right choice. I slowly start walking forward, I feel her tail brushing my nose to tell me that she’s there. Her tail is like a compass directing me and also keeping me warm. As we walk, I hear ducks quacking and trickling water. Suddenly we stop, I feel a paw push my head softly down into something freezing. I stick my tongue out and take a big gulp. Now I feel like I’m ready for anything.
Together, through bushes, parks and puddles the cat continues to guide me home. Very quickly I smell meat from a butcher. As I scamper past the butcher, I taste my favourite meat getting shoved into my mouth. Only my owner’s butcher Leo would do that. Excitement takes over me, we must be close.
With her tail in my face, we push on quickly. I feel her steps get faster, the closer we get. I freeze in my tracks and let out a big bark. The air has a smell I recognise…the baking. I follow the smell up the stairs into the doggy door. I’M HOME! All the smells I remember. I hear running footsteps to where I sit. Hands scoop me up and I immediately feel safe in the arms of my owner. I hear my owner say “ What’s this?” as the cat purrs on the floor. I wriggle out of my owner’s arms and follow the purr to snuggle my new friend, who has helped me home.
Nowadays, my life is an adventure. The cat is now my sister and we live everyday as one big happy family.
Suddenly, there in front of me a massive cave appears. Where do I go now? Up or down, left or right? I just want to get around. I don’t know? What? It’s gone! So I didn't need to yell at myself! Seriously! ZOOM… What was that? Why is it so black here? What is that sound? Now I’m really scared, I can’t move.
It’s time I get out of here. I swim as fast as a dolphin. Whoosh I get thrown up and down. I land on my back with a thud. I feel the rope on my fin. I flip over and swim as fast as I can. BANG! I think I’m in a trap. What do I do now?
I’m now more scared and worried than before. The net begins to tighten around me. I try to wiggle free but it makes it worse. The net is dragging me to the surface. I use all my might in one last go to swim down and break the bottom of the net to get to safety. But the force of the net is too strong for me. The net pulls me up out of the water as easy as a ball being kicked by Ronaldo. I get put in a huge tank. I try my hardest to break the glass but I can't. It’s shark proof.
Sunlight sparkles into my tank as the boat flies across the top of the water like a cheetah. The boat stops. Splash! I’m released back into the ocean. I think I'm free when BANG! I hit my nose on something hard. OH NO! Maybe I’m not free. The vet dives into the tank as fast as a torpedo. He looks at my sore eye and puts special drops in. I’m scared but he is gentle and the drops seem to help.
After a few weeks my eye is feeling better. The kind vet comes back with a bright, shiny, flashing torch. He points the light in my eye and says “That’s better isn’t it?” I can see everything now. I’m as happy as a kookaburra laughing. My tank suddenly lifts high into the air and is put back on the large, rusty boat one last time. We speed toward the sunset across the ocean. Hooray! I’m going home. Splash! I’m free to swim anywhere I want now.
I will always remember the kind vet who saved me.
Ohh! It’s so boring at my house. The only thing I can do is play with my toys and they’re inside. I’m outside because my mum tells me I have to be. I’ve got two options. One, I can do nothing or two, I can I invite some of my friends over. I make up my mind and call my friends.
I can’t see them yet. ‘Beep, beep, beep’ I hear the sound of their car horn. They excitedly jump out of the car and grab 4 skateboards. “How am I going to ride one of those?” I think. I hope they don’t want to push me while I am sitting on it. How embarrassing!
Then I realise the fourth skateboard has a seat and came with two gloves. I’m not going to be embarrassed after all. My friends all encourage me to have a go. I know that if I am brave enough this is going to be hard, fun and exciting. Am I brave enough?
Woohoo! This is so much fun but when I thought it was going to be hard, I was right. I’m not going to give up ever! I’m near the finish line. “Yes I did it!” I scream, “This is so much fun, I will try to catch up with you on the weekend.” I tell everyone. I can’t wait to ride with my friends again.
My mum calls me in for dinner, I tell my friends I should go. I go to give the skateboard back to them. My skating friends tell me I should keep it because they can see how much I love to skate. I’m as happy as a clown in a circus.
Swish, the wind blows through my hair. Life on a skateboard is swift.
Time slowly ticks away, as I watch my gymnastics friends fly through the air practising their routines. I am so, so, so upset that I can’t be practising with my friends.
Out of the corner of my eye I see my mum approaching me. She is holding something in her hand. What could it be? Next thing I know my mum hands me a sheet of paper. WOW! It’s advertising gymnastics for people with a disability. That’s awesome! I really, really, really want to go. My mum helps guide me to the car.
Suddenly there in front of me I see a girl just like me. My eyes are about to pop out of my HEAD! I can’t believe what I am seeing. Out of the blue the girl starts to talk to me. I can hardly concentrate on what she is saying. Slowly I walk around the gym floor, I pinch my arm to make sure I’m not dreaming. I can hardly speak. I can’t believe this is real. Without warning I stop in front of the uneven bars. I really, really, really want to swing on the uneven bars, but I can’t because I have to pay attention to what my new best friend is saying.
Happiness erupts inside my body. It is now my turn on the spectacular, high, white uneven bars. I feel like I am about to burst with excitement. I have been listening carefully to the safety instructions from my gymnastics teacher. At my new gymnastics school it is one teacher to one student. My gym teacher lifts me up onto the uneven bars. I grab the bars tightly with my hand and begin to swing. This feels amazing. I feel like I am back at gymnastics for real this time.
I am getting stronger every day with my one leg. My gym teacher now only has to lift me up onto the uneven bars. My landing is still a teeny bit wobbly but improving a lot. I am so happy that my cheeks are as red as a ruby red rose. I have made so many new friends. I am now trying to make the paralympics team. There is one more reason why I am SO happy all because of my mum finding that poster and giving it to me. Now I am feeling confident in myself!
My life is now satisfying, brilliant and spectacular because of disability gymnastics.
I’ve been in bed for hours watching Netflix. I’m watching Troll Hunters again, it’s so boring. I decide to get some food. I reach for my crutches. Clip! Clop! I stumble to the kitchen to get chips. I turn around to go to my room but my mum and dad are standing in front of me
“We are doing something fun tomorrow,” says Mum. “We are going to the beach.” “Oh no!” I think in my head.” Nothing can get worse.” Dad sees the sad look on my face. “There is a surprise at the beach. A huge surprise!” he says. I go to bed wondering how I could possibly have a good day if I can’t even swim.
My mum wakes me up early. As I clumsily get in the car I ask mum, “Do I have to go?” “Yes,” she smiles, ”Just wait to see your surprise.” I sadly drift off to sleep. “We are here”, my mum says. I rub my eyes and see Grandad standing next to the most amazing boat. I scream as loud as an elephant stomping. “Thanks Mum!” I move to Grandad as fast as I can. ‘Hey Brayden, do you remember that I’m a sailor? I thought that we could have a day out on the water in my old boat,” Grandad says.
I awkwardly and excitedly walk close to look at the boat. Grandad says, “Here’s is a seat for you Brayden. I hope you like it. One day you’re going sail this boat.” I love to be on the water because I can move swiftly across the ocean even though I only have one leg
The wind speed is unbelievable as I steer the fast, crazy, amazing boat over huge waves. Me and Grandad sail every weekend, I love seeing him so much. We are so close now. He has become my best friend.
My life is full of joy, happiness and sailing. The ocean is my home.
Sizzle, sizzle! The spectacular sun scorches the grass under my feet. It goes crunch, crunch as I stand on it. It is hotter than I thought it would be. I go back inside and the air conditioner hits me in the face and cools me down as fast as an ice block.
I walk into the kitchen and get a snack and drink. I go to watch TV. “Mum, can you help me turn the TV on please?’’ I yell because my arm is full with food and a glass of water. She comes in to the lounge room with a box. “What is that?’’ I ask. Mum ignores me and puts the box down next to me. I quickly put my food down and open the box. I’m so excited it’s a brand new basketball! Oh no! I remember that I can’t throw a ball anymore - I’m so angry that I kick the ball away.
I’m so annoyed! Why would she give me a basketball? I never want to see a basketball again! The ball hits the wall and rolls back to my feet. At the same time my cousin walks into the loungeroom. She asks me to play with the basketball. I say “NO!” The next day I calm down a little, though I still don’t like my present. But as the ball stares at me I can’t help thinking about how good it used to feel to play.
The basketball ring catches my eye for the first time since the accident. A flashback takes over my thoughts. I want to try. I want to play basketball again. Feeling of happiness flow through my body. I pick up the ball in my only hand and walk slowly towards the ring. I take a shot and watch it hit the ring and bounce up and into the net. I make the basket! I almost feel like I have both of my arms again.
From that day on I don’t stop practising. I practise before and after school, even at lunchtime. I finally join a basketball team, and I have never been happier. I will never again be the girl that watches the day go by from my bedroom window.
Who would believe a basketball staring at me would change my life?
Sadly l sit alone on the couch watching the Big Bash. Tears rush down from my eyes. The pain of not being at the Big Bash is devastating. It has always been my dream to play there.
I’ll always remember the days I could play cricket. When I could hit the ball and run as fast as the wind. Imagine me playing now. l would fall on the ground and be stumped every time.
Dad surprises me with a Big Bash ticket when he comes home from work. I am glad to go to the Big Bash. I am ready to go and watch the Big Bash even though I might be slow.
I am having a blast, I scream and cheer as loud as thunder. People look at me but l don’t care, until a player that has a disability like me, comes over to talk. His disability is different but he asks me lots of questions and we keep chatting and watching the game with my dad. It feels amazing to have someone that understands my disability. He has shown me I don’t have to just watch, I can play.
Bang! I hear the wonderful sound of the bat hitting my first ball in the nets. My team cheer me on and my face breaks into a massive smile. I can’t wait to play my first match on Saturday. It is going to feel great being out there with my mates, playing the game that I love.
Now my life is full of cricket, confidence and fun with my mates.