The squishy mud and damp grass slushed under my hurried steps as I ran deeper into the thick rainforest. Looking back, I could no longer see my small traditional village, but a dense overgrown growth of emerald green foliage. Dusk was coming, the twilight sky seemed darker than usual, which caused a feeling of unease throughout my body, causing shivers to run up and down my spine. Thoughts rapidly darted in and out of my mind about how Karta had pushed me too far! Why? Why are kids so annoying? Why was my brother always frustratingly asking questions? (Critical Curiosity) Why did he always have to be so irritating, so infuriating? I needed to get away. I needed to get away from him, from that place! I needed a break.
Suddenly I felt a sharp piercing pain stabbing the soul of my foot, I screamed with crippling pain, stumbled, and fell to the ground. Looking at my bare feet – a jagged, pointed stick had wedged its way into my foot. Still on the forest floor, my body now soaked with the cold of the rain and covered in the brown sludge - mud, I
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The monkey, crocodile and bower bird were nowhere to be seen, I had been dreaming (creativity). I walked up the bank away from the river and began retracing my steps from yesterday, although it was a dream – I knew that I had to return and apologise to my family for running away, I had learnt from my mistake (Meaning making).
Minutes passed slowly as I walked in a direction, hopping for it to be the right one. With a clear mind, I thought about what I would say to my family, would I tell them about the vibrant dream I had? My chain of thought stopped when a dog ran from behind a large tree – he peered up at me before running off in the other direction. I mustn’t have been far from the village. The rest of the walk the only thing I could think of was how I’d made a mistake, I wanted to go back to the place where I belong, home (Changing and