The Camp Trip

It was a Sunday, and the camp leaders picked me to go get some wood. After picking a couple of pieces of wood, I realized I was lost, and it was nighttime. It was dark and bitterly cold. The wood wasn’t enough to keep me warm the whole night. The problem was there wasn’t any wood left because the previous camp settlers had taken it all. I went to find more wood. And bingo! I found a big stack of wood. The jackpot was as big as a mountain. After trying to build a tiny shack and making a fireside, it was done and dandy. After sleeping the night, some camp leaders finally found me and took me back home. But I realized that it was only a few steps away. If I had realized it earlier, I wouldn’t have been on this journey in the first place. At least I got there safe and sound.