Personal Narrative: My Journey To My Camp

It was daunting. And it was scary. To me, it had seemed like one of my worst nightmares. It is, of course, camp, which I am talking about. Camp. What made me especially nervous about this frightening event were my past experiences with older camps. Usually, the main negative points about all of them were getting exhausted from performing the long, tiring activities and not receiving tasty food. My past experiences, sadly, added to my already-high anxiety levels about going to this year’s camp. Nonetheless, my enthusiastic parents accepted little in argument from me. So be it. On 6th of February, three to four large buses eagerly waited outside the school for eighty or so Year 8’s to board upon it. By that time, I was a little relieved, after having talked with classmates who shared the same feelings as me. I and Devang nervously sat together on the bus seats. On the extremely long ride to the campsite, we discussed various factors like the weather there, the activities, and also the quality of food. We were all so absorbed in our little conversations that the time flew and, soon, we had reached the campsite.

Firstly, to my excitement, we were participating in the aquatic activities. To my disappointment, however, we canoed for only 20 minutes, as the rest of the time was

I had mixed feelings about the place, however feelings like happiness, tiredness and nostalgia stood out the most. It was a totally unique and a different experience. An experience which I would definitely remember for my entire life. I have learnt from camp that sometimes you just have to try things to like them. It has also taught me a big lesson about how important safety is. Altogether, in my opinion, camp was an amazing experience. These lessons will stay in my mind and will help me with future camps and events in my life where I have to try something new. In the future, I would remember to be a lot more positive about camp and not be afraid to try new