Matthew



I thought camp was going to be like hell as we were off to mount Holdsworth. When we got there we unpacked then Miss Stevens sorted us into groups. We had to make a fire to cook on. The others went and got some Twigs. I had to blow on the fire I huffed and I puffed and made the flames roar. As I took a breath I gulped in smoke my eyes watered and the pasta sizzled I was proud of my pasta it was yum. By Matthew