Part 1: Leaving Holland (by Jilles, age 7)

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One lunch time in Holland, my dad said, "Jilles, we want to live to New Zealand". When I heard that, my eyes were raining on my face and my legs moved from one side to the other.

My mum said to me, "But it's a secret."
"But, Mum, I want to tell everybody!" I said. "Mum, are my friends coming with us?"
"No," said my dad.

Two months later, a fast truck came driving down the street. Dud!  The truck stopped in front of our house and four men came out of it. The large door at the back opened.
"Let's take a look at your house," said the men.

The furniture went in the truck and my brother and I played on the movers' trolley until it was time for that to go in the truck too. All of our clothes went in, too.

We had to stay with our cousins for two days, then my uncle came to drop us off at the airport. Out of the car window, cars, people, planes and a gigantic building that is nearly halfway to the clouds. An hour later, the rest of my family and friends who we did not expect, came to see us...but then we had to step in the plane. the door closed. The plane moved to the runway...

To be Continued