My medal, my reminder of that fateful day.
10 years old and a charming rascal in the making.
A balsa wood plane in the making, a craft knife, a pot of red paint.
What could possibly go wrong?
Surely I would get a medal for my plane. Would I paint in the RAF red white and blue colours. Make it a spitfire that won the Battle of Britain and kept us free.
She was alive in World War II when that happened.
And here in less than ten minutes she would be here, in our classroom coming to celebrate our school's 150th anniversary!
How fluffing cool is that!
Careful Edward, just a wee cute of the wood.
Oh fluff, my thumb, what the fluff have you done!
Shoot, it's bleeding, hide it, put in in your hankie.
Look at it though, my thumb, my medal of honour from meeting Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II.
True story from my schooldays in Edinburgh, Scotland.
This is in response with the FreeWrite x Dreemport Challenge for the month of August! You can read about this Here and participate in daily prompt Here. Today the prompt is medal and you can read my partner’s 