Personal Narrative: My Camping At El Rancho Mana

My family and I went camping at El Rancho Manana. The first day we set up the blue and grey tent that was so worn from use that sometimes we would accidentally snap a black and silver pole, so dad, who was always prepared back then, brought a repair kit. After several attempts and my brother cole almost flying away. We finally got the tent up, and the tedious task of inflating the mattresses then fell upon us kids. Done inflating the brown and green colored mattresses and jumping around on them, my sister Emily wanted to go horseback riding. Emily was always into horses. She always carried around this giant book full of a variety of different horses. Mom thought that it was a great idea, but I really didn't want to go but if mom wants to go …show more content…
I walk over to where my mom was making pancakes on the camp stove, and dad was making bacon. I could smell the deliciousness coming from the cooking food, but it wasn't done yet. I looked over to the crackling fire which was in between the wet, molding, picnic table covered with a checkered blanket were mom and dad are currently making breakfast and the tent in which we slept in all night under the bright, shining stars. Cole and Emily were lighting the end of the longest sticks they could find on fire, and with the ends smoldering red they started waving it in the air creating trails of floating, feathery white smoke. I could have told on them, but I wanted to do it to and mom and dad were to busy cooking to notice …show more content…
Then a nurse came in and she saw that i was awake and asked me if i felt alright and i told her yes. The nurse came back a while after and brought Ice Cream. The next morning i told my mom of what happened and she didn't believe me that i ate ice cream in the dark last night. I knew mom was never going to believe me so i stopped trying to convince her. The next few days seemed to go by fast. I remember mom and one of the nurses having to help me take a bath because i could not get that one leg wet because it had a cast. When I was finally released from the hospital I was all wobbly because they wouldn't let me walk until now and they told me that someone had to be by me all the time so i wouldn't fall. I still had the cast on and I couldn't really move my leg to walk so i would hop around the house on one foot. It was actually kind of fun, maybe a little annoying. But i hated bathes the most because mom has to help me. We have to take my cast off and then mom would scrub all the dead skin from my leg and it would hurt really bad because my skin was still tender, after the bath mom has the tedious task of re- wrapping my leg. We were both glad when I didn't have to wear a cast anymore. I to this day still have a giant scar on the back of my leg where dad pulled the