Personal Narrative: My Summer Camp Cheerio
At a normal summer camp, a few dozen fifteen-year-old girls wouldn’t be told to spend a night alone in the woods. Camp Cheerio isn’t a normal summer camp. I’ve been going to Camp Cheerio every summer since I was eight years old, and I’ve loved every second of being there. The summer before sophomore year of high school was the last year that I could be a camper. Part of being in your last year as a camper is doing CREW. The acronym “CREW” stands for Courage, Responsibility, Enthusiasm, and Worth. In CREW all of the last year campers do things such as team building, being a counselor for a day, hiking eleven miles to and from Stone Mountain, and more. However, the most significant part of CREW was doing Solo Night. During Solo Night, each
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I was put in a flat clearing underneath a tree with lots of low branches, which was perfect for building my tent. After what was probably thirty minutes of trying to build a tent, I finally had it perfect. As soon as I got comfortable inside of it, however, I heard a low buzzing. I walked out of my tent only to see that the tree I built my tent under was swarming with bees. At that point I knew that it was going to be a long night. My game plan for the night was to keep myself busy until I heard camp’s music stop in the distance, and then I would go to sleep before it got completely dark to keep myself from getting scared. I really enjoyed the daylight hours of my Solo Night. I went on a little walk, read some of the bible, wrote a letter, drew pictures, and laid in a field. Once I heard camp’s music stop, I got in my tent and went to sleep with no trouble at all. When I woke up, I felt so well rested. It was just barely light out, so I decided to go back to sleep until they blew the whistles for us to come in around 7:00am. Except, when I woke up for the second time, the sky was completely black. Apparently, what I had mistaken for early morning was actually just an hour or so after I had gone to sleep in the first place. It was definitely going to be a long
I was put in a flat clearing underneath a tree with lots of low branches, which was perfect for building my tent. After what was probably thirty minutes of trying to build a tent, I finally had it perfect. As soon as I got comfortable inside of it, however, I heard a low buzzing. I walked out of my tent only to see that the tree I built my tent under was swarming with bees. At that point I knew that it was going to be a long night. My game plan for the night was to keep myself busy until I heard camp’s music stop in the distance, and then I would go to sleep before it got completely dark to keep myself from getting scared. I really enjoyed the daylight hours of my Solo Night. I went on a little walk, read some of the bible, wrote a letter, drew pictures, and laid in a field. Once I heard camp’s music stop, I got in my tent and went to sleep with no trouble at all. When I woke up, I felt so well rested. It was just barely light out, so I decided to go back to sleep until they blew the whistles for us to come in around 7:00am. Except, when I woke up for the second time, the sky was completely black. Apparently, what I had mistaken for early morning was actually just an hour or so after I had gone to sleep in the first place. It was definitely going to be a long