Narrative Essay : Taking A New Place To Run

So we went to great wolf lodge, we are driving and I tried to take a nap and all I heard was two of my friends just laughing because they were watching vines. So I told them to shut up and went back to sleep. I slept for one hour and someone called me on the bus floor, and were just talking until we arrived at Great Wolf Lodge. We got of the bus, grabbed our bags and headed in, then we went to separate rooms.

Besides soccer, sledding is something my sister and I love to do on snowy afternoons. We have this amazing hill at our house thats super steep and has lots on turns; its the perfect sledding hill. The only problem with it is that at the end of the hill there is a road. My father didn’t want us sledding on the hill until he could put a fence up to keep us from sliding into the middle of the road.

We fell out of the sky today. I don’t know where we crashed. Other boys were on the plane so they had to be around here somewhere, but there are no grownups—that’s what Ralph said. Ralph thinks we’re on an island and he’s been calling me “Piggy.” I don’t want him to call me that; that’s what the boys at school call me. He’s been making fun of my asthma too. Anyways, he said his dad is in the Navy and he’s going to come rescue us. Ralph spotted a shell in the water—I told him it was a conch—and I remember someone that had one and would blow into it and his mum would come. Ralph blew into it (it took a couple of tries), and then children started appearing. There were a bunch. There were these twins, Sam ‘n Eric and Jack Merridew and his choir.

Opening the tent flap reveals Jim smothering his face into his pillow, crying. “Oh, I apologize for scaring you with my story, Jim” apologized Carl.“It's just a story, Jim, there's nothing to be afraid of,” sneered Jackie, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Jackie! You know I don't like creepy stories!” He cried, muffled by his pillow. “Hey, listen Jim, you can't be afraid of stories, sounds, or the dark forever. You need to conquer your fears eventually, right?” Carl continued, “Now come on Jim, I'm sure Roxy will cheer you up” he suggested. Jim stood up, and squeezed them both “Thanks you

“Jackie, you can sometimes go a little overboard, so Carl is taking the wheel.” Carl continues. “Once upon a time” Jim screams. He rolls his eyes at Jim, “May I proceed,” He responds rhetorically. By the time Carl finishes the scary story, Jim has already dashed into the tent, startling his dog, a basset hound named Roxy. Carl and Jackie look at each other in regretful worry, walking towards Jim's tent. Opening the tents flap reveals Jim smothering his face into his pillow, crying. “Oh, I didn't mean to scare you with my story, Jim” apologized Carl.“It's just a story, Jim, there's nothing to be afraid of.” sneered Jackie, resting her hand on his shoulder. “Jackie! You know I don't like scary stories!” He cried, muffled by his pillow. “Hey, listen Jim, you can't

Then,when we got to our campsite the grownups put the kids in pairs and commanded us to look for firewood. After we took two hours of putting up tents, the kids played marco Polo hide-and-go-seek.The ladies hid first,

We always get in a battle about which spot to set up at, we all have our favorite. These sites act as a nostalgic memory bank whenever I see them. I can remember all of the great times we've had at almost all the sites. This time my family let me pick, I already knew what spot i wanted. The spot I loved was the one right by the crystal clear Huzzah River. This spot had its own rocky beach and view of the iron-stained, rocky red bluff. My favorite spot is tucked away in the back of the state park, nestled in a nook of trees and grass. A concrete fire block with a smoky cast-iron grill sat at the center of the site along with a picnic table

Brian was a 13 year old boy who’s plane crashed in the woods in Canada. It was fall and no one was around to help him. He was left to try to survive. He built a shelter to live in. He constantly had fires going to keep himself warm. He had some survival stuff such as cooking pots, a hunting knife, forks, spoons, a first aid kit, a cap, fishing line, lures, hooks, sinkers and packets of dry food. Brian learned warning signs such as when it was getting cold. He also got warnings that something wasn’t right. One instance of that was when Brian’s rifle stopped working. The warning he got was when he felt a touch on his cheek. That resulted in him learning how to make bows and arrows. He hunted various animals such as rabbits, deer, and mule. To keep wolves away, Brian marked his territory. Living in the woods gave Brian a lot of work to do. Such as when he had to fix his shelter after a bear came to steal some of his food. He had a skunk living next to him who sprayed the bear away. To get food, Brian had to hunt and kill animals. Winter came and Brian’s cloths were ruined. Brian was forced to hint in the snow. It got so cold that when he spit, the salvia bounced on the ground. He celebrated Thanksgiving with ribs from a mule. In the end, he comes to a crude log shelter. Someone was living there. The man, who was living there, took him in and shared some of his food with Brian. Brian is

After a very long day of packing and loading things into our trailer, me, my brother, and my parents decided to hit the road and get to our campsite out in the desert. The trip was only about an hour drive and as soon as we arrived, we set up camp immediately. My dad is very dexterous and set up our fancy house tent in no time. The tent was a weird beige and orange color that had fake windows and everything, which means that it was pretty ostentatious because my family didn’t need a tent of that size. By that time it was getting dark so we just all piled our things in the tent and dozed off. In the morning, we all got breakfast and played around until about noon, when we decided to take our two ATV’s for a spin. I put on my little red

One dark, howling night in October, I was camping at Lake Greeson all alone. It was freezing. I felt as if I opened the tent there would be ten feet of snow. The campfire needed to be put out before I went to bed.

The family set up their tent and brought out all the stuff in there R .V. They brought all the food and put it on the designated food area. Benjamin and Annabelle went to the forest looking for some wood to set up the campfire.

They had finished just before the sun was setting. Julian thought he saw someone else behind a pile of old branches, but thought it was just someone else from the next campground. Then they heard a sharp scream coming from their campsite. They sprinted back as fast as they could and then saw that there was a purple, furry animal in the middle of the site. The boys’ mom and sister were terrified with pale faces.

Later that night we went out about a half mile into the ranch and set up tents by a creek. Once we had all of our tents set up around a big fire, we just camped out. We talked, made fun of each other, burned stuff, and made s’mores; we were just having a great time. Until Braydon’s dad decided to scare us with mountain lion and coyote calls.

I remember the game winning point in Van Horn Iowa. We Bump, Set, Hit.... It was a kill!. The crowd goes viral. It's 2016 and the Sailor Nation 7th graders are on there way to state!

It was time for us racers to go to bed since we had to get up early the next morning for the race. My best friend and I were sharing a tent. We climbed in, got undressed and crawled into our sleeping bags. I could