My First Experience of Camp - Original Writing

My First Experience of Camp - Original Writing

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" The cry of my fellow companion echoed throughout the

musty wooden cabin. "A massive spider!" was the next shout from the

top bunk of my bed. Disorientated, and still half asleep, I asked what

the matter was. I fumbled for the compulsory torch we had been issued

with and switched it on. There was no electricity in the cabin; the

torch light cast weird shadows and created an eerie atmosphere. I got

out of my sleeping bag to check on him. My friend was quite agitated

and clearly scared. He looked at me, with fear etched into his face.

He was holding his pillow as if it was something that would make it

all go away, but I knew it could not. His whole body was shaking. I

sympathised with him and told him he could sleep in my bed. On hearing

this, he leapt down without hesitating. I was now faced with the

prospect of having to sleep on the floor. I looked down and all I

could see was dirty floorboards, laden with lumps of dried mud. I knew

this was going to be a rough couple of days.

The sun shone brightly in the morning and beamed over the whole of the

camp. This was meant to be 'something that you can take a lot out of',

but, now, I saw it differently. When we were told that we would be

going, as a class, to a camp, I immediately smiled. I had always

wanted to experience what camp life would be like and how much I would

enjoy it. At the time, to a ten year old, it seemed like Christmas had

come early. However, the night before as I lay on the cold, hard

floorboards of the cabin everything had changed. Now, to a deflated

ten year old, it seemed like hell. The only thing I had ...

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...ingers were crossed and I was praying

that it was our poster that won. The winning poster was held up and it

was not ours. My heart sank and my face dropped. I felt sick. I turned

to my friends and they did not seem bothered; that made me feel worse.

The next two days were action packed. In the mornings, we went

orienteering, and the evenings were spent round the campfire drinking

sweet hot chocolate from the plastic mugs we had brought from home. By

this time, everyone had got used to camp life and needless to say I

had put the two unfortunate incidents (getting lost and losing the

poster competition) behind me. It was going to be sad leaving the

camp, but I was looking forward to going back to the comforts of home.

The sleeping bag on the hard, wooden floor was beginning to hurt my

back - my warm soft bed beckoned.