Narrative Essay On Ice Creative Writing

The sun was shining brightly against the trees and rocks surrounding us. The smell of bug spray and sunscreen drifted through the air. We had just arrived at our campsite. Stepping out of the car was like being an alien stepping on a new planet. Everything was different. It was peaceful. There were children running around on the volleyball courts, parents cleaning dishes from their breakfast, and dogs lying calmly underneath the shade of the massive trees at every campsite. I was five years old and it was my first time going camping. We were with our church group, so we knew practically everyone there. “Hi! How are you?” I heard my mother shout to a lady in the campsite next to us. I quietly let out a groan of frustration. Not again…, I thought to myself. She was going to talk for forever. It happened every time she encountered one of her old friends.
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There was an old-fashioned ice cream maker, and all the children on the campsite got to help turn it if we wanted to. All the supplies were out on the asphalt, the ice cream maker, ingredients, ice, and salt. The main ranger was instructing all the children on what they should do and why it worked, while I hid behind my mother. I stared in jealousy and watched the other children having fun.
“Go out there and make ice cream with the other kids,” my mother told me. She pushed me in front of her and I joined everybody else, reluctantly. Ranger Glenn told me it was my turn to turn the ice cream maker. I looked back at my mother as she signaled her hand telling me to go. My brother and my sister were watching me from next to my mother, as they too were shy children. Once my turn was over and the next person went to spin the ice cream, I sat with everybody else waiting for the ice cream to be ready, at least a couple feet away from my mother. I wasn’t going to let her volunteer me for any other