“Don’t shout, I can’t sleep,” I exclaimed from my bed. I couldn’t fathom why my siblings were being so noisy; it wasn’t like them at all. Suddenly, my dad appeared by my bedside and announced, “We’re going camping!” I leaped with joy, thrilled at the prospect of camping. Jumping out of bed, I ran over and hugged my dad. Together with my siblings, we went to wake up my mother. Once she was up, we headed to the kitchen to prepare some food.
After getting ready, we piled into the car and set off. Upon arrival at the campsite, we began setting up the tent. Once that was done, we each had our assigned tasks. Mine was to collect wood for the fire. However, after finishing my task, I realized I had lost my way in the forest. Despite attempting to retrace my steps, I couldn’t find my way back. Then, a sudden idea struck me. I gathered some sticks and fashioned a makeshift tent.
The next morning, as I woke up in my wood tent, I was surprised, excited, and overjoyed to see my parents and siblings standing outside. Relieved, we reunited. After that eventful day, we returned home, exhausted but content, and simply collapsed onto our beds, drifting off to sleep.