I'm Alan Alistair; a twelve year old boy from London. One day as I was going to the bell tower I heard a peculiar sound. I sneakily went up the bell tower and saw nothing but the gears working away. Then I heard a tapping at a small window-like panel. I opened it and found nothing. I was confused at all the things in the bell tower: journals, tiny hot air balloons, a big hot air balloon, little bronze toys, and a bright green apple. I examined the mess and raised an eyebrow. I looked at the balloon and noticed something weird. As I examined it the rope tied around my ankle. I was still inspecting it as the wind entered through the panel and lifted the balloon away. I fell and frantically tried to untie my self, but to my surprise the whole balloon slipped out of the window and was flying upwards. I struggled to climb the rope and fell in the basket. I went up and up and up and the bell tower only looked like a toy model. Then, I raised even more eventually above the clouds. I was scared. I was up there for more than 5 hours. Then it started to rain cold drops. The balloon descended gently and then harder and then faster. Luckily it wasn't fast enough to to kill me, but when I landed I wasn't anywhere familiar. I looked around and have seen amazing animals,plants, events, and sights! To this day I have been recording and writing every thing I see as exact as possible, but it is hard here sooner or later I need to get home...
