Port Waikato camp.

As my hand hit the hard sharp rocks, the yells that came below me rang through my ears, I grazed my knee, but since the blood was really a blob, I did not care. I know that papa bear is the hardest and mama bear is easier.  the only way for me to calm down is to close my eyes and forget this is happening. The dry water in my mouth is the only thing that is not tight with sacredness. The rope is the only thing I can hold onto. All of me is shaking with the sway of the bushes. The the long dry grass the shake with the soft wind, so I move to the rhythm to calm myself down.

The harness squeezes me like a snake squeezing its prey. I can’t explain what it was like but it was fun.  the small stream trickles in a line. When my eyes start to prickle with tears, The rope goes blurry, I think I will not make it. The dry grass  tickles my nose as I sneeze. I hope it will be over soon.

Poaching

My holiday

A	avanti dome where I had an adventure	N	night time sleepover at charlottes
B	big rocks clambering over me	O	outings to places we never usually go
C	charlotte's place for a week	P	people around me chatter with happiness
D	dad metal detecting everywhere any time	Q	quiet time with my nose in a book
E	exciting times that I loved doing	R	rock climbing climbing over rocks on the beach
F	family fun that made me smile	S	sunshine at the last time at the beach
G	games that I think was good as gold	T	towels that are soft and drys me off
H	helping hands at baking	U	unidentified object found from metal detecting
I	interesting places I have never been	V	vehicle driving to far away places
J	jumping with joy everyday	W	weather bright sun misty cloud and rain
K	kicking sand high above me	X	xtreme time to myself
L	loving the beach with days of going there	Y	yellow times happy as can be
M	Metal detecting with my family and finding many things	Z	zzzzzzz (sleeping without wanting to get up