Camping **can** be great. When I was eight years old, my dad, my brother, my Uncle Richard, my two cousins Olivia and Reed, and I all went camping (somewhere) in New York over M.L.K week end. My dad, my brother, and I left on Thursday morning and arrived at the camp site around 2:00 pm. In a group effort (mostly my dad) we unpacked the car and began to put up the tents. Before we could finish putting up the first tent, we were all startled by the continuous honking of a car horn in the distance. Moments later, my Uncle and my two cousins came driving down the dirt path, with their car horn still honking. My cousins jumped out of the car and with smiles plastered on their faces, they rushed over to us. Without even saying “hello” Reed immediately said, with much enthusiasm, “GUESS WHATTT!” Both my brother and I respond, “What!?” “We are going fishing tomorrow!” proclaimed Reed. At the time, my cousin had a fetish and or an OBSESSION with fishing. Although, none of us (my brother, Olivia, and I) enjoyed to fish, we always had to act excited about fishing around Reed, due to his recent disappointment regarding fishing. About six months before our camping trip, my uncle had planned a once and lifetime trip to a part of Canada (the name is escaping me) were you could fish in untouched waters. Basically, in the context of fishing, “untouched waters” means that no other human (that we know of) has ever fished in them before, making this type of “water” incredible for fishing. My uncle decided that he wanted to bring a companion on his trip and he invited Reed to go with him. Reed was jubilant when he heard about the invitation and without hesitation, he accepted the offer. Unfortunately, two days before their planned departure, Reed got sick with the flu. Of course, Reed protested him not going on the trip, but he was simply to sick to travel and my uncle left for Canada (not sure exactly were) unaccompanied. As you can imagine, Reed was devastated and he spent the next couple of weeks moping about his lack of luck. Eventually, Reed came to accept his misfortunes and like before, he began to accept any opportunity he could find to fish.
As you can tell, I did get a little off topic and did not tell you about my camping trip. However, you have my word that I will finish the story of my camping trip tomorrow!
Hi! I’m Sam Breault! I’m 15 and I attend the Fenn school.