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It was exciting. It was 2012. It was July. It was the 27th. It was Friday.
All of my family were at home. Mum and Dad, my two brothers and me. We had the TV on ready. But what we were looking at was happening just around the corner from our house.
For years I had seen buildings being built, changing from a muddy hole to a great stadium. I could see it, just, when I went past on a train. This week there had been loads of people around.
Then it started. We were all very quiet. It was spectacular. I felt so proud to be British. This was my country putting on the show. Even my Queen took part although I decided she hadn't actually jumped out of the helicopter. The person who did wasn't carrying a handbag as far as I could see and so I knew it wasn't Her.
The performers were amazing and it all told our history, what our country had done. I love history and so I loved this too. We had all cheered when our team walked in, It's really funny cheering at a television picture in your own house but we all did it.
The whole thing seemed to go on for hours but none of us were tired of watching. I went to bed that night really happy.
The next day the events began. It was the school holidays. I hardly went out for two weeks. I watched everything I could. I loved the gymnastics, I loved the swimming. I knew I would. But the archery was exciting and so were so many of the athletic events.
One day dad made me a bit sad because he said he didn't think he would ever see another Olympics in London. I suppose he was right and it made watching everything with him that much more special. It's funny because my brothers, one is two years older than me, the other four years younger, don't like sport as much as me. I always thought it was men who liked sport but then I saw all these super women competing and fighting each other to win.
After the games finished, and the closing ceremony was nearly as good as the opening one, I told dad I wanted to be an athlete. I wanted to do some sort of sport as well as the little bit we do at school. We sat down and I made a list of the sports I liked and then we talked about which ones would be best to try.
I didn't start straight away but by the time the Rio Olympics came round I was part of an athletics club. We decided to do that.
I'll be 15 at the 2020 Olympics in Tokyo which is a bit young but in 2024 I'll be 19. I would love to be there. It's in Paris. Guess what, Paris will be holding it for the third time, equalling London. London made me interested. I'll be there. Better be quick because after 2024 there may be lots of little French girls deciding to take up sport too.
Well done to Chloe, who lives near the Olympic Stadium, for sending in her story and having it chosen.
Here is Richard reading the story to you.
