The cold air hits my face as
the leaves crunch under my feet.
Sock puppets and food.
Leaves and sun.
Volleyball and soccer.
I hear the birds whistling.
The lights are as bright as the sun.

My friends and I were talking
and riding our motor scooters.
The cold wind felt like a slap
across my face as I was riding.
We could hear the music a
mile away.
When we got there,there were
People everywhere dressed like
animals,
cartoons,
actors,
and singers.

When we got to the food
the line was a mile long.
We snuck up to the donuts
and grabbed as many as we
could. People were staring left and
right but we didn’t care.
After we were done eating,
we heard the music.
The music was so loud that
all we could do was dance.

Our favorite songs were playing
and we were the only ones on
the floor.
Then the whip came
on and soon we weren’t alone.
The floor was crowded with
teenage girls.
We were too
crammed so we left.
The fire was
like a warm sauna in the cold air.
So we went over there,
Warm air
filled my heart with joy.

We got tired so we left the party.
Pedaling,
Pedaling,
We rode our bikes down the dark
street.
When we finally saw a fire                                         
we knew if was ours and we hurried to it.
Everyone was tired and so were we,
so we went to our tent.
It was like laying on a rock
but I didn’t care because it was warm.
Soon light filled my eyes and I knew it was morning.

Camping is fun,
scary, and sometimes sad.
The joy of being with people
that you care about is all
that matters.
When you find that joy
it’s the happiest feeling
in the world and you never
want to walk away from it .