This is a true story that I wrote in my English class this year and I thought I would share it with you because I’ve always heard that sharing who you are with your readers helps for them to see who you are. So here goes:
Last summer my church youth group and I went to a far away land known as Camp Courtney. It wasn’t the best place on earth; including the gravel paths, the not-so-tasty food, and the bathrooms that you would see in your nightmares, but it was the best place for the youth of the east to gather as one camp to worship God.
Now my week at this far off land was full of several memorable experiences. The band, also known as Interface, had come from another far off land known as Florida, down on the southern coast. They were magnificent with their musical skills. I will skip through the pranks, jokes, and other hilarious days to tell you about the subject of this story.
It was the last day at the camp, what a shame, I know. We had so much fun over the previous four days and this week was to become a glorious memory for the summer. The intercom over our vast campus was interrupted by one of the youth pastors, so that he could pray over our breakfast, the long trip home from this glorious camp, and to pray for the counselors that they may survive the bus ride. “Lord, we thank you for this good food…” As he went on; the line for breakfast had started to grow.
You could hear the conversations between the fellow campers and the groups they were with. “I barely got any sleep last night!” said one dreary eyed girl. Another said, “I hope breakfast is good!” While one more said, “You’re always wondering what’s next to eat! Can’t you stop?!” The line picked up, we got our meal, ate it, and then one of my friends called out to me, “Hey let’s go take one last walk around campus. It will be a while before we get to see this place again.” I agreed to the idea.
The entire weekend all the churches had been battling each other, in athletic ways, winning various prizes for their teams. On that last day as my friends and I walked toward the volleyball court we had ring side seats at the conclusion of a crazy chase and action sequence. It ended with a water soaked youth pastor chasing and capturing a sixth grade boy and then rolling him in the volleyball sand.
Possible rumor type thoughts spread like wildfire through my mind but came to a quick end when I learned what had really happened. The youth pastor was already packed up when this boy decided to dump a bucket of mop water on him. The obviously unintelligent sixth grader had no idea what reaction was going follow from the water soaked youth pastor. Of course the youth pastor started chasing after him. What the boy hadn’t quite figured on was that the man chasing him was a both larger and faster. The youth pastor was not furious but he was determined to catch him and return the “favor.” And yes, that was a day I’ll never forget.
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