SamR

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Deadly Hole!

The ozone layer is one of a lot of the layers above planet earth, spread all the way around. The ozone hole is another thing it hangs above Antarctica which you can see in spring time, it is of course a hole in the ozone layer.

The ozone layer has a important part on planet earth, it protects us from the suns deadly rays that can kill us all, though a long time ago back in the 1930s it was almost to late, the ozone layer might not be here today if it were not for the scientist…

The scientist knew almost nothing of the ozone layer and they though it could not be damaged.

Back in the 1930s there were fridges that would explode into flames or poison you Dr Thomas Midgley was a scientist whom invented a chemical called CFCs to stop this, to prove that it was harmless he breathed in the chemical and blew it out onto a candle.

No one knew back in the 1930s what damage the CFCs could do. For the CFCs were damaging the ozone layer, it was almost to late, later on in the years scientist finally realized that the ozone layer could be damaged and also found out that CFCs could damage the ozone layer but when they started to search almost everywhere on the planet they could not find anything damaged for they had in fact been searching in the wrong place, so as the ozone hole grew bigger and bigger finally in spring they decided to look in Antarctica and saw the damage they had done

so as quickly as they could they banned CFCs which had in the time had become put in spray cans as well and was quickly banned in the united states of America, NZ took a bit longer to bane CFCs but in the end everyone banned it.

Antarctica was the perfect place for the ozone hole to form because it was the coldest place.

In the future I think we might be that advanced to be able to mend what we have done, to the ozone layer.

The main point of this explanation is to look after our mother nature and it will look after you

Poppa

Deep wrinkled and tattered face, with dark hazel eyes glinting around the surroundings, sunned brown skin mixed with dazzling gold long floopy earlobes waggling. Although he limps he is so strong like a long strip of steel. Dark black molls spotted all over his tanned skin, Big sausage like fingers all round, long and chubby, a long fringe around his sweating head. Dark eyebrows thick with hair. He wears his thick warm slippers almost everywhere. Smoking segorits orange coler.

His big feet in his massive dark brown shoes,

<span style="font-family: 'Elephant','serif'; font-size: 24px; line-height: 115%;">kissing goodbye to Sarah his fionce as he gets into the clean car to go to his work for the day. When he gets to his work place he picks work things and gets working, cleaning. Blue bucket cleaning getting greeted by the retired people as he goes from door to door room to room after he is done coming home saying ‘hello princess’ never calling me by my real name telling and joking about what he did at work today about a women with such a long nose that it bobs up and down when she walks and about a women who smokes but everyone wants her to stop so they try to find her segorets, orange segorets hiding, ofcourse he tells me ‘I know where she hides them in her socks, draws and under her bed and even in her under wear! Planning for the weading.

<span style="font-family: 'Elephant','serif'; font-size: 24px; line-height: 115%;">Near the light brown tree on the bench outside smoking and near him is me, sitting there talking about his day in a mood we can never guess. Mum <span style="font-family: 'Elephant','serif'; font-size: 24px; line-height: 115%;">comes around the corner spotting poppa smoking with me there her mood changes rapidly from good to bad to angryshe told him off sharply, about smoking, he was one of those people who did not have a hobby, it mad me realy sad and mum angry. We all tried to make him stop, but we all failed.

<span style="font-family: 'Elephant','serif'; font-size: 24px; line-height: 115%;">Near the fire putting logs on it. Although he has wrinkles all over his aim is like a arrow as he throws logs into the fire as it roars back into its extreme red flame glowing stage. Every now and then poppa would prod the fire with a black chalk looking metal stick. Spiked flames crackling one by one, while blue flames sizzle.