My uncle is an inventor. One day I was searching thruogh the attic of my uncles house. I found a very strange machine with many buttons and cables. I didn’t see a machine like this before. I saw a button and I pushed the button I heared a ‘click’ sound. The machine started to take a photo. My uncle made a photo machine. But why ? He could take photos by his phone. I was thinking, my uncle came to the room and saw me. I was just looking for my uncler and he didn’t say anything. He was smiling at me and he started to say something. “This is my new recycle photo machine. I can’t use the small cables and buttons but I shouldn’t throw it in the trash and I made a machine !.” And I said “It is so good”
BY ELİF ULUDÜZ
6th TRACKERS