YATC

It had been a long day at camp YATC and we were all eager for some hot and oozy s'mores. We had already set up a fire, and the rocks crunched happily under our feet. I was with my two friends, Anabelle and Olivia who giggled with me the whole way to the fire pit. It was cold outside, but the happy kind of cold when you shivered every time that you chuckled and your teeth chattered when you were not talking.

We waited restlessly with our feet dancing with ambition. Everyone was craving a good s'more while chatting with their friends alongside the crackling fire. When it was time for my group to go up, we hastily grasped our sticks, ready to tackle the fire. The fire was welcoming our marshmallows into it. After we took our marshmallows out, we were ready for the chocolate and graham crackers. I bit into the s'more and savored every moment of it. Even though the s'more got into my hair, and sticked to my hands, I still went back for seconds, because no one can resist a crunchy, oozy, good old camp s'more.