This is a true story about something that happened to me last summer. I was spending the holiday(happy) with my family at a beach in the south of England. I was very(interest) in exploring the local area, so one morning I(wake) up early and set off along the quiet road. In my eagerness to discover the local area, I forgot ( tell ) my parents where I was going.
It was a hot, sunny morning and I soon felt thirsty, but I was determined to challenge(me) by walking to the highest point. I'm a good walker and so I pushed my way up the hill, although it was quite hard work. At the top, I saw many birds (fly) around their nests(鸟巢). Feeling curious, I left the road and moved towards the nests. Aha, there were some baby birds in the nest. "If I take picture of the baby birds, will I be attacked?" With (butterfly) in my stomach, I held my camera up and pointed it at the birds.
Just then, one of the birds made a loud noise. I was so surprised I dropped my camera! I didn't have time to worryit, though. To protect their nests, the birds started to fly at me one by one to make me go away. I rushed back down the hill. Near the bottom of the hill, I heard a car engine. It was my mum's car! I jumped in and shut the door, looking at her in panic. "Go! Go! Go!" I shouted. I spent the rest of the summer saving up for a new camera.
