The Camping Story
“Honey! It‛s time to get up. We‛re leaving in ten minutes,” Mom called. I jumped out of bed, put on my clothes, and rushed downstairs. My family was going camping for the first time. I was excited, but I had no idea such a great adventure was ahead of me.
Once outside, I climbed into the car. We began to drive. After what felt like forever, we finally made it to the campground. Everyone helped unload the car and set up the tent. At last, my older brother Kevin and I were free to explore. We found a winding path leading into the woods. One tree stretched its branches over a sparkling stream. A few of its leaves danced on the surface of the water.
Kevin dashed ahead of me on the hiking trail. “Hey, come check out what I found,” he called to me.
“What is that?” I asked as Kevin pointed at paw prints in the soft ground.
“Looks like bear tracks,” he said.
“What? There are bears around here?” I tried not to sound too scared. We continued to walk along the stream. The wild honeysuckle smelled as sweet as candy. I smiled at the beauty all around me. Snap! I heard something crack and crunch in the bushes. My stomach jumped into my throat. I thought a ferocious bear was going to grab me, but it was just a playful squirrel rustling the leaves.
When we got back to the campsite, Kevin snuck into the fishing supplies. He had a plan to scare Mom.
“Open your hands and close your eyes, then you will get a big surprise,” Kevin sang as he bounced up to Mom.
She was surprised alright. You should have seen her jump when Kevin put a bunch of wild, wiggly worms in her hands. Mom laughed with us as she wiped the sticky goo and dirt off her hands.
That night, I enjoyed the cozy warmth of the campfire on my face. Dad entertained us with hilarious stories of camping trips he took when he was a boy. I heard the crickets singing their lullaby. My eyes started feeling heavy.
“Time for bed,” said Mom. We crawled into our sleeping bags and fell sound asleep. Later, when my brother left the tent to go to the bathroom, he woke us up with a scream.
“A bear!” he shouted. “There‛s a bear!”
My dad rushed outside to investigate. When he pointed his flashlight toward the brush, we saw the bright eyes of an animal shining back at us. Whew! It was just a raccoon. I laughed because Kevin had scared himself with his own story about bears. Everyone went back to sleep after that.
The next moing we took down the tent and packed all the supplies. I took a deep breath of the clean, crisp air and climbed into the car. On the drive home, I thought about our fun adventure. I got to enjoy nature and spend time with my family. Best of all, I got to see my brother scared for once.
This story is told in which point of view?