My Camp Experience
Are you scared of dark or scared of something you never want to see ever again? This is a piece of writing of me going mountain biking and feeling the courage just to the end.
We went to Hanmer for camp which looked really fun! The previous class that went here had fun too! But someone fell into a thorn bush and got needles all over him. “Ouch” I said to myself. I said to him “what happened?” He said when he was doing mountain biking he fell onto a thorn bush.
We got put into groups. We got booklets and the instructor said that our group were going to do mountain biking first. I gulped, because of what happened to the other guy.
When we reached where our activity is. There was an instructor that told as all what to do. It was so boring but for some reason I listened to every single word she said. They gave us helmets and
our adult helper gave us bikes that were just our size. Once everyone got a bike, we went off.
We went to this creepy muddy track that lead to the woods. I had a weird feeling that something might go wrong. There were huge trees that blocked the sun and made it creepy and dark. There were roots that would be really annoying by making your bike do a mini jump.
I went a across a huge root and went flying like a bird for a second and landed with a thump, at least I didn't crash. There was a huge fallen dead tree that was about 5 meters above us. It looked really scary like it was going to fall on you. In one point all the trees became really short and red, and really beautiful, that the sun started showing again, but then ugly forest came back but disappeared in a few seconds since we were going so fast. I came across a thorn bush and turned but then there was the instructor and I have to brake. I was going so fast that I skidded and fell over. Everyone started laughing and so did I.
In the distance I saw bright red and bright yellow trees and a stream with a bridge over it. The instructor said that we have to go to the bridge. We all biked really really fast so we could finally take a rest. We biked over the bridge and turned around. The stream was so shiny and clear. The instructor said we had to bike over the stream which looked extremely fun. Everyone just biked in a SPLASH! I was super wet and my shoes were soggy. Which was even more fun! Even the instructor did it. After a few minutes it got colder and I slowly started to freeze. It was bizarre. We had to bike back. I just groaned to myself that I was going to freeze on the way back. It took ages to get back. But I was never scared and I did have fun after all.
In my writing I have similes, onomatopoeia and improved words like:
Bizarre ( improved words)
flying like a bird (simile).
A goal I would set for my writing would be to describe it a bit more to draw the reader into it and try to make it more interesting.