I was in the seventh grade sitting next to my best friend, Josh, in English class. Aside from our typically immature conversations about video games and anything that could give us a laugh, we were having a conversation about a camping trip Josh and his family would be taking the following weekend.
Jokingly I asked, “Oh, man, can I come with you guys? I love camping!”
Surprisingly, Josh replied, “Well, yeah I asked my parents if you could come, and they said sure.”
Because I was close to Josh and his family, I knew he wasn’t kidding. After some back and forth about whether or not my parents would let me go, we parted for the day. When I went home that night, I brought up the camping trip to my mom while she was falling asleep.
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Looking back at it, I realize that all we saw were a couple squirrels, some birds, and tons of trees, but, in the moment as an imaginative kid, it felt like we were on a hike through a safari. While we were playing a competitive game of one-on-one tag, it began to storm. We continued to play the game, but then we were trying to sprint through mud and thick, wet grass, which only made it even more exciting. We were racing back to the tents to check in with his parents when we both glanced over at the playground. We stopped and slowly turned to each other. “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” Josh asked. “Oh, yeah!” We sprinted to the playground, running over the rough gravel that lay under it. We climbed up the ladder to the top of the slide, and, while the heavy rained poured on us and thunder boomed from afar, we took turns diving down the slide. To anyone watching, it looked like two kids sliding down a slide in the rain, but, to us, it was like riding through the Amazon River during a hurricane. The slide was as slippery as can be. The rain was pouring on us, so we were soaked; we were having the time of our lives on that slide. Then Josh gave me an evil glare. “What is it, dude?” I curiously asked. “I’ll be right
Jokingly I asked, “Oh, man, can I come with you guys? I love camping!”
Surprisingly, Josh replied, “Well, yeah I asked my parents if you could come, and they said sure.”
Because I was close to Josh and his family, I knew he wasn’t kidding. After some back and forth about whether or not my parents would let me go, we parted for the day. When I went home that night, I brought up the camping trip to my mom while she was falling asleep.
“Are you sure …show more content…
Looking back at it, I realize that all we saw were a couple squirrels, some birds, and tons of trees, but, in the moment as an imaginative kid, it felt like we were on a hike through a safari. While we were playing a competitive game of one-on-one tag, it began to storm. We continued to play the game, but then we were trying to sprint through mud and thick, wet grass, which only made it even more exciting. We were racing back to the tents to check in with his parents when we both glanced over at the playground. We stopped and slowly turned to each other. “Are you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?” Josh asked. “Oh, yeah!” We sprinted to the playground, running over the rough gravel that lay under it. We climbed up the ladder to the top of the slide, and, while the heavy rained poured on us and thunder boomed from afar, we took turns diving down the slide. To anyone watching, it looked like two kids sliding down a slide in the rain, but, to us, it was like riding through the Amazon River during a hurricane. The slide was as slippery as can be. The rain was pouring on us, so we were soaked; we were having the time of our lives on that slide. Then Josh gave me an evil glare. “What is it, dude?” I curiously asked. “I’ll be right