Camp writing

                                                        

The Magnificent Ride

I was terrified, what was even worse was that I had to breath in the ‘beautiful’ smell of sheep poo. I could hear all the kids screaming having fun and ziplines zooming past. I could see arrows blasting at the target and kayaks swiftly floating around in the gloomy, yet, inviting lake.  

It was time to go zooming down in my go-cart down one of the steepest hills I had ever seen.

If I die, it would be worth it.

I got a zooming push from Mr Bennet and I went flying down, I screeched past all the corners, went zooming over the bumps, I was about to tip over,my cart was going to fly off the track but……   surprisingly I made it alive.

By Bruno