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.
I love that "happy kind of cold" you described, Amelia. You make me want to be there too, crunching away! I love the look of your blog!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds very fun. Is camp YATC in colorado? What does YATC stand for? How many years have you gone there? Are you going there next year?
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DeleteI really like your use of adjectives, good work.
DeleteYATC is in San Fransico! its a theater camp...
ReplyDeleteI liked the ending and beginning of your piece. I also liked how you used articulate language, that really gave me a sense of your experience.
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteThis is an awesome slice! great discriptions!
ReplyDeleteThe description is so good that it makes me want a S'more!
ReplyDeleteOh my Gosh the s'mores were Soooo good!
DeleteI really enjoyed your description of the surroundings really painted a great word picture.
ReplyDeleteIt also made me hungry
ReplyDeleteThis is an amazing SOL Amelia! I LOVED your descriptions and I really want a s'more right now. So grrr for making me hungry and yay for your SOL
ReplyDelete-Anika
the smore discription was super yummy sounding! it reminds me of overnights
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