My adventure scrapbook

Quinn’s days were always full of adventures. Walking to school in the rain was being the captain of a pirate ship in a stormy sea. The bushes in the park were full of lions and elephants that needed protecting from hunters. The swimming pool was secretly a portal to a new world.

But when Quinn got home, and her dad asked what she had done that day, she would always say the same thing: “Umm… I can’t remember.”

Whenever Jakob came round for tea, Quinn’s dad would ask him what he had done that day, and he would tell them lots of funny stories. Quinn told her dad she felt sad that she couldn’t remember adventures the way Jakob did.

One day when they were drawing costumes so they could be famous TV stars, Quinn’s dad gave her and Jakob a little book each.

“These are your adventure scrapbooks,” Dad explained. “You can draw pictures in them, or write things, or stick something in and it will remind you of all the adventures you’ve had together.”

“Let’s start our scrapbooks by sticking in our drawings!” Jakob said. Dad helped with the glue. Now the first page of the scrapbook helped Quinn remember that afternoon’s adventures, pretending to be on TV.

Over the summer, Quinn and Jakob’s scrapbooks became full and fat.

Between the pages were tickets from the museum, brass rubbings from a walk, pictures of birds, a leaf from the time they visited the jungle, a special sweet wrapper, and a photograph of them all that Quinn’s dad got printed out.

Soon, every single page was full up.

“Phew!” said Quinn. “We have so many adventures, it’s much easier to remember them all when you have a scrapbook.”

Quinn’s dad called her and Jakob into the kitchen to have tea.

“What have you been doing all summer?” he said. Quinn opened her scrapbook at the very first page and started to tell him all about it.