"Figgs"
by
Rocky

 Two weeks ago I left long island, in a van with people I've never seen before. I was going to an outdoor activate camp. I was told we were going rock climbing, back packing, white water rafting, and kaykaing. We were going to travel to serveral camp sites and sleep in tents, the out doorsie stuff. Believe me I wasn't to excited about most of it though I was excited to go rock climbing.

We arrived in base camp 6 hours later, I was so exasuted but I had already made a lot of friends. The people I once called strangers I began to learn about them, they had become my friends. One of the counslers who drove us was really fun, her name was Figgs or at least that is what we called her. Later we got into our seperate groups or trips. Most of the people on the van where going to be with me during the whole trip, COOL! Well some of them weren't but I saw them here and there. As the trip went on I became closer with all the kids on the trip and the counslers. The last day I was so confused I didn't know if I had a good time or a bad one. When I got home I missed all my friends in the camp I locked myslef in my room and cried. It was so sad. The next day when I tried to find all there adresses I couldn't find them. I lost them. Now I'm here writing this story. I had never met such interesting and friendly people. Even know we can't keep in touch our friendship will last forever, and sometimes you don't relize what you really apreciate untill you loose it.

 

  

The End


Story by: Rocky, age 12, USA

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