Personal Narrative: Lighthouse Captives

People who have ever been camping or have housed in general must be knowledgeable of two things: To carry extensive hardware on information for any situation or person, and to never abandon the guest while they’re on your territory. On September 11-13th, my Pathfinder club, “Lighthouse Falcons,” was invited to campout with another scout group called Shekinah at Easterlin Park to give the kids the experience of camping with only your wits to procure survival. However, it was less than traditional of the camp counselors to allow car batteries to operate a microwave to heat up fresh food that didn’t involve them efforts in making. Otherwise, common campers like our group used the fire to fry our dough and hot dogs to perfection for a well deserving meal. Cheaters will exist with identities of their own but in this campground I knew little of what could happen next. My mother, the director of our club, had driven to the campground with my and sister to help set up for the weekend

I’ve gotten settled into my tent as two other members of our group, Britney and Shimei, just arrived and carried their stuff in just in time for the counselors to send us to bed to be rested for tomorrow’s early morning activities. Two of our other members of our club, Britney and Shimei, had just arrived with their camping bags and had to drop their things into the tents that we had set up for our group. The girls were given a tent for themselves as well as the boys on either side and we wouldn’t have had it any other way; except, our pleasant sleep was interrupted by an unexpected fart in one of the tents followed by a surprising outburst that followed, “Why did you do that you retarted son of a….” Fortunately my mother caught wind of it and instructed the counselors of Shekinah to take control of the