My First Camp Experience - Original Writing"AHHHHHHHHHH!" My companion's cry echoed throughout the moldy wooden cabin. “A huge spider!” was the next scream coming from the top bunk of my bed. Disoriented and still half asleep, I asked what was happening. I looked for the obligatory torch we were given and lit it. There was no electricity in the cabin; the light from the torch cast strange shadows and created an eerie atmosphere. I got out of my sleeping bag to check on him. My friend was quite agitated and visibly scared. He looked at me, fear etched on his face. He held his pillow like it was something that would make everything disappear, but I knew that wasn't possible. His whole body was trembling. I sympathized with him and told him he could sleep in my bed. Hearing this, he jumped down without hesitation. I was now faced with the prospect of having to sleep on the floor. I looked down and all I could see were dirty floorboards, loaded with chunks of dried mud. I knew these two days were going to be difficult. The sun shone brightly in the morning and beamed across the entire camp. It was supposed to be “something you can get a lot out of,” but now I saw it differently. When we were told that we, as a class, were going to a camp, I immediately smiled. I had always wanted to experience what life in a camp would be like and how much I would enjoy it. At the time, to a ten-year-old, it seemed like Christmas had come early. However, the night before, as I lay on the cold, hard floor of the cabin, everything had changed. Now, to a wimpy ten-year-old, that seemed like hell. The only thing I had... middle of paper...... fingers crossed and praying that it was our poster that won. The winning poster was selected and it was not ours. My heart sank and my face fell. I felt sick. I turned to my friends and they didn't seem bothered; This made me feel even worse. The next two days were action-packed. In the mornings we would go on an orienteering run and the evenings would be spent around the campfire drinking hot, sweet chocolate from the plastic cups we had brought from home. By then, everyone had gotten used to camp life and needless to say, I had put the two unfortunate incidents (getting lost and losing the poster competition) behind me. It was going to be sad to leave camp, but I was looking forward to the comforts of home. The sleeping bag on the hard, wooden floor was starting to hurt my back - my soft, warm bed was calling to me..