I got back from camp on Wednesday, after 3 days away our parents were excited to know what we did. It was fun and a trill to show and tell my family everything we did, it was great.
Analogy (cause my teacher made us do it):
Gr. 5 Camp V.S. Learning How To Tie Shoe Laces
Packing for camp was like the whirl in your mind when someone first explains how to tie your shoe laces in what seems like the most complex way in the world. You are running around trying to find all the right parts to fit them together to get a bow. Once you finally get everything together it all seems straight forward from here, like you could do this for the rest of your life and never look back.
Now the adventure during the camp is the best, being like the old comfort when you tie your shoe lace again cause it keeps coming undone. It is exciting, but comforting from tying it up so many times or going on camp again and again, packing up your bag only to do it again next year, knowing you are all ready for what lays ahead. It was a blast like finishing the perfect bow on your shoe for the very first time.
The end is when you feel the best, wanting to do it again, build the best raft, make the most beautiful bow in the world it is a trill.

