Going Camping
by Jenny Yang
Oregon City, OR
Every year, my family and I go on a camping trip in the summer. It was a sunny and very hot day as I lay there in my room. I turned and looked at the clock. It was 6 o’clock in the morning; I jumped out of bed with excitement. I ran out to the living room, noticing that everyone was already awake. I was so excited because we were going camping. As my mom, sister, and I were packing up all the food, my dad, uncles, and brothers were loading up the car.
We arrived at Ten Miles Lake, after a very long four hours drive, where I jumped out of the car, thrilled to smell the fresh air of Oregon fresh water. We set up the tent, waiting for the boys to catch a fish. The first to catch a fish was my brother, and everyone was so excited. It was amazing eating fresh fish, and watching it being cooked.
As I sat there watching the sun go down, it was the most beautiful thing. It had made the sky turn purple. Talking to my sister and mom in front of a fire that my dad had made, with marshmallow on the end of a stick had made my day better. The day was coming to an end, and I am proud to say, that I am an Oregonian.
