I want to paint the sight-seeing Big Ben clock tower in London staring down onto me. I want to paint my guinea pig Snuffles running around in her runner as I slowly approach.

I want to paint the taste of a hot chocolate with warm, melting marshmallows beside the Eiffel Tower  on a cold snowy evening. I want to paint the taste of a warm, freshly-baked baguette sliced into equal slices with marine spreaded on top.

 I want to paint the smell of amazingly fresh corasiants as I watch the speed boat coming from England like dolphins coming out of the water. I want to paint the smell of the lovely seawater coming up my nose as I’m doing backstroke.

I want to paint the sound of my annoying friends shouting from the top of their lungs, on the way home from school like tigers roaring into the distance.

I want to paint the memory of when I went to the arcade with my nanny Sam as she was screaming because she had won a prize like monkeys calling to each other.

I want to paint the sight of the Earth street lights from the moon like twinkling stars in the sky.