This page is for the children to write about their interests and share a little about who they are. Please respect their thoughts, feelings and ideas. It’s all about them.
Welcome to our class blog for 2015. We will be posting this year about our travels through time back to the Neolithic period of history, the Stone Age. We have been commissioned by a Scottish billionaire Morag McGregor to travel back in time in her time machine. We have begun discussing the equipment we will need and the way that we might travel back.
To understand how our time machine might work we are looking into forces such as gravity, air resistance and magnetism to deepen our scientific knowledge. In P.E we are playing football and practicing skill based team activities.
Here is our Talk for Writing story Stone Age Boy. The children have learnt it off by heart so please ask them to show you it with the actions. You can support them with this with a copy of the story to see how accurate their retelling is. They have worked really hard and are now preparing to create their own stories.
An amazing thing once happened to me.
I was putting some books in the cupboard when I noticed a red button on the wall.
I pushed it and I found myself falling down, down, down.
When I woke up, I was in a dark place. I could see daylight and I stumbled towards it.
Outside, everything was different. I realised I was lost but I walked and walked and walked.
Then I saw a girl. She was about my age but she didn’t look like me.
She took me home to her family. They looked strange but they were kind to me. I couldn’t understand them but I found out the girl was called Om.
Later, we went to the river and Om and I watched the men fishing with their spears held high.
Suddenly, a boy ran from the hills shouting.
Slowly, we crept forward until we saw a reindeer!
We ran towards it, yelling, and threw our spears.
A spear struck the reindeer in the side and it fell to the ground.
Suddenly, I found myself falling down, down, down.
When I woke up everybody had gone.
I was back in the cupboard. Was it a dream? Maybe…