The Unforgettable Experience 




I shall never forget the hotel my parents and I stayed in the last summer. It was quite small, hot and

comfortable. The worst thing about the hotel was the lift. It was tiny. There was only one for the whole of the hotel. We were on the fifth floor. It was a long way down to the ground floor by the stairs. The hotel was full. There was always a queue for the lift. We spent a long time waiting for it each day. It was also unreliable. It kept breaking down. We got very annoyed about that. One morning we had got the lift down on the ground floor. I had forgotten my jacket. I went back to my room for it. I pressed the button for the lift and it came right away. I stopped halfway down. It was not on any of the floors. It had broken down! Panicked! I banged on the door and shouted. Then I pressed the alarm bell. Fortunately, Mom and Dad guessed what had happened and told the receptionist. I was rescued! I still have nightmares about that lift. In fact, I am now nervous about all lifts. I keep thinking that they will break down any time.