Taste Of Freedom

• Charlotte Oliver, Grade 4
• Short Story
• 2015

I stood there in relief that I had finally reached the top of a giant 65 storey building. My feet ached and wobbled as I balanced on the two centimetre stilts I was hiking on. I could hear a plane flying over my head, it sounded like a big one. The air pushed against my body and blew my black curls around my face. I sucked on a blue, hot mint which melted in my mouth. I was calm and happy, as ever I had been. So now I knew how it felt to be happy and free.