I don’t
remember much the name of town where I went for my first time away from home. I
think it was in Catalonia.
I went to a
summer camp house with my class. We were six years old. The experience was
exiting, we spent three days there.
The first
day, at night, we made a circle, under the stars and we sang and danced
together. We slept very well on berths. Some of my classmates used diapers but
I didn’t.
The following day, we went for a walk around the wood and we searched some animal tracks.
While we were waiting for lunch we played on a park with a little collapsed castle . In the evening, teachers told us a story about Indians and we made
some lucky charms with colorful feathers and tree barks. At night we made a gymkhana
around the wood and our teacher told us some stories about the Indians.
The last
day we came home to see our families and we told them all about our first time
away from home.