Camp Poem

Whizzing down the watch slide like rocket taking off, holding on like Tarzan going down the flying fox when I took a bite of the apple crumble, my face turned into the grim reaper, or tuna fish still alive rolling around in your stomach, the water in the lake was as slow as a truck with no petrol. When the girls came out of their tents for dinner it was like a onezie parade. The was more laughter than tears, even though we had a dinosaur there and was freezing cold, there was excitement and lots of fun.