Then came the war and Auntie Didnt call me Cartwheel any more We came to this country to be safe Everything was strange The people were strange The food was strange The animals and the plants were strange ID: 526956
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Auntie used to call me Cartwheel.
Then came the war and Auntie
Didn’t call me Cartwheel any more.Slide5
We came to this country to be safe.
Everything was strange.
The people were strange.
The food was strange.
The animals and the plants were strange.
Even the wind felt strange.Slide6
Nobody spoke like I did.
When I went out, it was like standing
u
nder a waterfall of strange sounds.
The waterfall was cold.
It made me feel alone.
I felt like I wasn’t me any more.Slide7
When I was at home,
I wrapped myself in a blanket
o
f my own words and sounds.
I called it my old blanket.
My old blanket was warm.
It was soft. It covered me all over.
It made me feel safe.
Sometimes I didn’t want to go out.
I wanted to stay under my old blanket forever. Slide8
One day a girl in the park smiled at me.
Then she waved.Slide9Slide10Slide11
We went back three times before I saw her again.
She waved and smiled, and I felt warm inside.
The girl came up to us and said something.
Her words were strange.
It was like being back under
t
he cold waterfall.Slide12
I got on and she pushed me
Higher and higher.
I wanted to laugh.
I wanted to tell her how glad I was
that we were friends.Slide13
But I didn’t know how.
That made me feel sad.
When I went home,
I hid under my old blanket.
I wondered if I would
a
lways feel sad.
I wondered if I would
e
ver feel like me again.Slide14Slide15Slide16
Every time I met the girl,
s
he brought more words.
Some of the words were hard.
Some of them were easy.Slide17
Sometimes I sounded funny
a
nd we laughed.
Sometimes I felt silly
a
nd I wanted to cry.Slide18
Soon they didn’t sound so cold
a
nd sharp any more.
They started to sound warm and soft.
I was weaving a new blanket.Slide19
At first my new blanket was thin and small.
But every day I added new words to it.Slide20
The blanket grew and grew.
I forgot about the cold
a
nd lonely waterfall.Slide21
Now my new blanket is just as
warm and soft and comfortable
as my old blanket.
And I know that, no matter
w
hich blanket I use,Slide22
I will always be me.