Excitement. I couldn’t wait. As we approached the river, a rod in my right hand, and bait in my left, I couldn’t help but to start skipping ahead towards the water.
“Hold up!” It was Ben, our councilor. He started jogging to catch up with me. “You can’t go too far ahead. Sharon wouldn’t be too happy if she found out I let one of you near the water alone.” Sharon was the woman who ran the camp. She was strict, always enforcing safety rules, which I found no interest in following. However, I liked Ben and didn’t want him to get in trouble, so I listened. I didn’t want to make it any more difficult than it would already be for him, keeping track of all 15 of us 8-12 year olds. I never understood why people go fishing. You throw a line into …show more content…
“Sorry,” I said while unhooking the line from the girl’s shirt.
“Hmph.” She said, while angrily walking to a spot away from mine. From that point on, everyone around me watched as I cast my line into the water, through fear of being my hook’s next victim. It took me about 20 minutes of hooking plants and people, before I was somewhat able to consistently reel the line into the water.
“Okay everyone, were leaving after this last cast!” Ben shouted. I helped Ben put all the remaining bait back into the box. I saw the girl that I had hooked, who still looked as angry as ever. I didn’t want her to hate me, so I called towards her.
“Hey…” She just looked at me, arms crossed. “I’m sorry about hooking you…” She didn’t look pleased. I thought quickly, what could I do to make this girl happy? “I... I can hold your rod for the way back.” She smiled, handed me the rod and giggled away with her friends. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I didn’t know how to react, so I just stood there holding the two rods for a while, until we started to …show more content…
At the time, I could only think about running away from the tornado, but we had walked a good 15 minutes from camp to arrive at the fishing spot. I started running, still holding both rods, one in each hand. The trail twisted and turned, pushing my memory to the test with all the small trails that forked off the main path. We reached a straightaway in the now stick infested path, where I was ahead of the pack, still running for my dear life. With the trees around me going crazy, dropping branches and sticks, I didn’t dare to look back. Who knew how close the tornado was. That was until I heard this loud, almost machine like roar coming from far behind me. I turned, while still running, to see something extremely quick rushing from across the forest towards us. It was quite literally, a wall of wind. I couldn’t see through the wall, so I thought it was some sort of tornado. As it gained on us, I could hear the trees bellowing from the pressure of the wind. Everyone behind me looked frightened. I started to pick my speed up, only to turn back again and see everyone behind me disappear through the wall. As it hit me, I fell from the impact, dropping the rods. Now inside the wall, the trees were falling over. I, still to this day, haven’t seen trees move like that. They were bending over backwards. One of my friends helped me up, and we continued running. He was surprisingly calm throughout
“Hold up!” It was Ben, our councilor. He started jogging to catch up with me. “You can’t go too far ahead. Sharon wouldn’t be too happy if she found out I let one of you near the water alone.” Sharon was the woman who ran the camp. She was strict, always enforcing safety rules, which I found no interest in following. However, I liked Ben and didn’t want him to get in trouble, so I listened. I didn’t want to make it any more difficult than it would already be for him, keeping track of all 15 of us 8-12 year olds. I never understood why people go fishing. You throw a line into …show more content…
“Sorry,” I said while unhooking the line from the girl’s shirt.
“Hmph.” She said, while angrily walking to a spot away from mine. From that point on, everyone around me watched as I cast my line into the water, through fear of being my hook’s next victim. It took me about 20 minutes of hooking plants and people, before I was somewhat able to consistently reel the line into the water.
“Okay everyone, were leaving after this last cast!” Ben shouted. I helped Ben put all the remaining bait back into the box. I saw the girl that I had hooked, who still looked as angry as ever. I didn’t want her to hate me, so I called towards her.
“Hey…” She just looked at me, arms crossed. “I’m sorry about hooking you…” She didn’t look pleased. I thought quickly, what could I do to make this girl happy? “I... I can hold your rod for the way back.” She smiled, handed me the rod and giggled away with her friends. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out. I didn’t know how to react, so I just stood there holding the two rods for a while, until we started to …show more content…
At the time, I could only think about running away from the tornado, but we had walked a good 15 minutes from camp to arrive at the fishing spot. I started running, still holding both rods, one in each hand. The trail twisted and turned, pushing my memory to the test with all the small trails that forked off the main path. We reached a straightaway in the now stick infested path, where I was ahead of the pack, still running for my dear life. With the trees around me going crazy, dropping branches and sticks, I didn’t dare to look back. Who knew how close the tornado was. That was until I heard this loud, almost machine like roar coming from far behind me. I turned, while still running, to see something extremely quick rushing from across the forest towards us. It was quite literally, a wall of wind. I couldn’t see through the wall, so I thought it was some sort of tornado. As it gained on us, I could hear the trees bellowing from the pressure of the wind. Everyone behind me looked frightened. I started to pick my speed up, only to turn back again and see everyone behind me disappear through the wall. As it hit me, I fell from the impact, dropping the rods. Now inside the wall, the trees were falling over. I, still to this day, haven’t seen trees move like that. They were bending over backwards. One of my friends helped me up, and we continued running. He was surprisingly calm throughout