Personal Narrative On A Christian Campgrounds

It was a beautiful morning, and I was about to have a big week ahead of me. I was thirteen years old when I embarked on a journey to go camping with my church friends at a place called the Wilds. I have been to a Christian camp before, but I had never been without my parents. It felt substantially odd that I was going to a Christian camp without my family for one whole week. I was tragically confused with several emotions such as excitement, fear of the unknown, and worry. As the bus left the church parking lot, I watched my mom and dad proudly wave good-bye to me as I peered through the bus window. My adventure was beginning, and I suddenly wasn’t sure I was ready. Going to the Wild’s campgrounds was unbelievable. Everyone on …show more content…
Dinner, on the first night was spaghetti and pizza. It was a smorgasbord of all you could eat. They had magnificent desserts such as pound cake and brownies. I was eager to see what would happen once we finished eating. After dinner, we all journeyed to the auditorium / gym. We were placed in teams and was explained the camp’s theme. The three team colors were red, blue, and green. I really wanted our cabin to be on the blue team, but our counselor’s lanyard color showed that we were on the red team. I was a little disappointed at first, but I adjusted to it. The gym inside was wild when the team colors had to run to their seating sections, and the advisors had to find out which team was arranged in an organized, orderly fashion. I do not remember who won, but I do remember that after that, we were given names for our team groups. The red team’s name was the “Redwood Timber Toppers”. I do not remember the green team’s name but I will just call them the “Green Mountain Wood Cutters”, and the blue team’s name was the “Blue Ridge Lumberjacks.” I wanted our name to be “the lumberjacks,” most likely because I thought it was catchy. Our cabin was red, so we were on the Redwood Timber Topper Team, but our cabin was named “The Flume Flingers.” Our cabin name also had a song that we would have to sing during, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We would have to sing it, along with our sister cabin, until the whole diner could hear us. In all honesty, I thought the cabin’s song lyrics were terrible. The song lyrics were, “Here we go, the mighty flume flingers. We will take you down.” After the activity in the gym, I ran with all the teens, including my cabin friends, outside into the field to play a fun ball game. I had to stay on the boy’s side because we were all separated from the girls. We all still stayed with our team color. The game had humungous balls that we had to run around