What is large? Godzilla on his rampage when he was destroying New York City! Stomping on building after building as if their little sandcastles, smashing every tower, from 5 foot to 12, as if it’s no big deal! And the enormous sized ape named King Kong, on top of the empire state building, smashing planes one by one, dodging bullets, and roaring so loud, that if you saw him you would wish it had been a lion.

What is small? My rose gold earring, gleaming in the sun, reflecting the light through the window, making my room brighten up, and an ant trying to get the little crumbs of the kitchen table, crawling for survival, trying to get the crumbs of cake back to its home.

What is hot? The sand when you go on holiday, squishing between your toes, each step you take feeling like you’re walking on hot coals and A volcano; blasting out lava, melting everything in its path, from people to cranes made from the strongest metal to man kind!

What is cold? The sea when you first get in, feeling like snow, as if it’s never going to get warm and an arctic polar bear covered in snow, roaring ferociously to protect its cubs, camouflaging in the freezing cold snow, getting fish from the frozen waters.

What is light? A candle when it’s night time, shining as bright as day, leading your way around the house like your personal guide and the sun, when it shines through all the clouds, booming out bringing happiness to the world.

What is dark? The basement when you need to get something, not knowing where you’re stepping, like the darkness is closing you in, and you feel like you’re going blind slowly as you go down and a cave on top of a mountain, just under the dark stormy clouds, bats squealing as the sun is setting, and flying out of the gloomy, dull darkness.