It was the third day that my family and I had been camping in the middle of no were. Tomorrow we would be going home; back to the TV and a proper bed I couldn’t wait. My mum had found a “Perfect Campsite” she claimed. I thought it was more of a boring campsite. It was on top of a grassy green hill in the middle of the bush and at the bottom of the hill was a river with clear blue water.
That night I couldn’t get to sleep because I couldn’t wait to get home the next day. I just lay there on by blow up mattress. It was starting to get windy when all of the sudden my tent became unhinged from the ground and started to roll down the hill with me still in it. I didn’t know what to do; I was rolling to fast when I heard a loud SPLASH! I didn’t know what had happened, but then I realised that I had h
The tent was soaked and the only thing keeping me afloat was my blow up mattress but I still couldn’t see where I was going because the tent was blocking my view. I tried to find the zip for the tent but it was too dark. The only thing that I could do was to try to wait till I wash up on the riverbed. I knew that I wouldn’t sink because of my blow up mattress. I was more worried about how much trouble I would be in when my dad found out that I had ruined one of his favourite green tents.