Slam! went the door as we lept out of the truck.The smell of fresh pine needles and clean air filled my nose. The day of our family camping trip had finally arrived and we were all amped to have a good time.
As we unloaded the tent and cooking kit me and my sister started to have a look around. The campsite was a small patch of grass surrounded in pine trees. A small river trickled along the outskirts of the camp and flowed off into the forest.
Once the tent was out of the tuck we started to put it up. I unpacked the poles and stuck them together to make the frame. We folded the fly over the poles and wala, our tent was compleet.
After our camp was set up we went exploring through the bush. The wind blew pinecones from the trees and sent them tumbling to the ground. However me and my sister made a very fun game out of this.
Each time a pinecone fell we would both try to catch it.
We played this game for hours until one hit me in the head.
That night we made a little campfire and toasted marshmallows with small twigs that we found on the ground.
The fire sent little sparks flying into the air that looked like little fireflies.
It was the best camping trip ever.
