When I was in sixth grade, my fellow sixth graders and I were allowed by the school to go camping for about a week in the mountain area. I was so excited when my parents said I could go as long as I was careful, of coarse. At the time I was In the sixth grade and I was living In San Diego, we were going to go camping In the Julian area. As a twelve-year-old child, nothing can describe how truly happy I was to be going away from home for a week, for the first time. So with the great news, I go and get my belongings packed and ready to go.
Sunday Morning, the day before I leave for camp, my parents ask me if I have everything I need packed. So, I go to my room and check my bags for the thousandth time. I have all the different changes of clothes, toiletries, shoes, and every other thing my mom helped me pack. But most importantly, I didn’t forget to bring my beloved Cookie Monster that I slept with, and still do. Now, with every thing packed, I can hardly contain myself from the excitement. I know I will eventually start to miss my family, pets, and my bed, but the one thing I was going to miss the most was my mother’s cooking.
She was/l’s the best cook I know. Now for the hard part, trying to fall asleep the night before I left. Now, after what felt like an eternity, I got out of bed. I didn’t get much sleep, of coarse, but I was wide-awake nevertheless. After getting ready, I took all of my belongings and set them next to the door. After breakfast, it was off to go wait for the bus. After what seemed like an eternity, the bus finally arrived. I gave my mother, father, and little sister hugs and kisses and got on the bus and waved good-bye. Freedom at last was mine!
After a couple of hours, we finally arrive at the camp. The camp leaders separated the girls and the boys, took us to our cabins. As we took our belongings tit us, the leaders gave us an orientation In the mall bulging. Afterwards, we had ourselves a little dinner and went off to bed. I was fortunate; I got the cabin with all the girls from my school. My friends and I were having the times of our lives; it was like a gigantic slumber party. Being that I got the last cabin and it was not filled with many girls, I managed to get a top bunk, and have the bottom bunk to store my belongings.
For the next couple of days, the camp leaders had many fun things for us to do. For instance, on the second day, we spilt into groups and went on a hike up a huge hill with some rocks and trees. On the way to the top, I saw a beehive for the first time In my life. The third day was more of a day off from the adventures, so my friends and I Just hung around, talked and played around and had very much fun doing so. On the Fourth day, we went on a little trip to some parts of the mountains were there were little waterfalls and rivers.
They had us cross a rope bridge over a scared, but I managed to cross. On the fifth day, we went on a little road trip to this desert area. I do not recall the name of the place, however, I do remember seeing a mountaintop that looked like the profile of a man’s face. As we hike along the paths, we came across a river with a beautiful waterfall and a huge rock along parts of the river. Being that some parts of the river were deep enough, the camp leaders allowed us to climb the rocks and Jump into the river as long as we used caution.
Of all the adventures we had, that was above all my favorite one. The sixth day was more of an arts and crafts day. We mold objects out of clay, made some beads, and polished some rocks we had to find around the campgrounds. I believe I still have that same polished rock now that I think about that experience. On the same day, we did a little targeting and, of coarse, a little scary story telling as well. The story that scared me the most was that they said the campgrounds use to be a correctional facility and some of the ghost of the people who lived here were still around.
I’m sure it was probably not true, but as a child, one can be a bit gullible to such stories. On the last day of our adventures, we had a little hide and seek in the woods at night. We had to stay in small groups and had to be accompanied by an adult to avoid getting lost, but nevertheless, it was still a great deal of fun. At last, the final day of camp came along. We packed our things, cleaned our bins and prepared to depart. We said our good byes to the new friends we made and to the camp leaders and got on the bus to go back home.
It was a quick trip home because we were not as enthusiastic about leaving camp as we were going to it. As we reached are destination, I saw my family in the distance waiting eagerly for us to get there. When I got off the bus, they came over and gave me big hugs and kisses and asked me how fun it was and what I did. Afterwards, I said bye to my friends and on the way home I thought to myself, “Even though I had so much fun, nothing makes me happier than being home with my family. ”