Story 1

This day back two or three summers ago was the most scary day of my life. The day started out just like any other wonderful day in the country. Woke up, dad picking at the fire trying to get it going, blowing long and steady. Mom was just getting up and putting her clothes on.

We had to put on and change our clothes under three layers of thick blankets that I thought weighed a ton. Me and my brothers and some cousins all huddled together. Dad was always up first, then my mom, then me and the rest.

After my dad got the fire on the go, my mom was soon frying some eggs on the stove.

After everyone was up, we had to put the blankets that weighed a ton up on a sort of a rack, or shelf made between four trees, with logs connecting the four outside trees together, and more logs lying on the logs that connected the outside trees. Anyways, when that was done, mom was just about finished cooking breakfast. We all went in to eat. I really thought this was magic. When I saw my cousin throw a piece of bread on the side of the stove and stick. I looked over at him and said "Nahhh, taitnumen en" (meaning, "Wow, how did you do that?"). He said, "Magic." Then I tried to get the bread to stick on the stove too.

Breakfast was done now. All the kids were lying down on the floor thinking what to do. My brother and I were playing with our nephews who also came with us on this camping trip. One of my nephews has asthma and eczema, the other one is healthy as anyone could possibly be, and hyper as anyone could be.

I was playing with the one with eczema and asthma. I was playing rough and quick, and suddenly mom says, "stop!" with a firm voice. "You're playing too rough. Go outside and find something to do." I went outside, but before I reached the door, I said to my cousins with a cheerful voice, "let's go and make a swing on a tree out the back. Once the oldest said okay, they all went, so we spent a good half an hour trying to find the perfect tree.

Making the swing was easy. Once finished the swing, we had three ropes around it so three people could go at once, and the tree was on a hill, so when you swung out, you were about 11-15 feet off the ground, and when on the side, you were level. When you swung, you could spin three times forward at once, or three times backwards if you were good.

We used to have contests to find out who could spin the most, and get the highest off the ground. We spent three hours at a time on those swings. Swinging, laughing, and having an extraordinary time. Those swings are just one of the many highlights in the country.

After we were all beat out, and hungry, we went to our tent, because the only way to get us off those swings was if we were hungry. Meanwhile, my nephews were playing out in front where the water, sand, rocks and bushes were. Before I even got a bite of my supper, my mom told me to go get my nephews from out front. I said, "Awwwww, why can't you do it?" She said, "Do as you're told." So I went out and got my two nephews.

The younger of the two was just sitting there looking real bored and sad. The other one with excema was playing with his trucks, in the sand, talking to himself, saying "Burrmmm, burrmmm." I didn't think anything of the other one. I took them both back to the tent. I had to carry the younger one because he looked really tired. After I got back and started eating, and when you're eating, you have to lie down almost on your stomach because there are no chairs in a tent.

After I finished, I went outside, asked my cousin if he could teach me guitar. He said "sure." Me and him sat outside on a pick-nik table that we had out there. We played or, should I say, he played for about a half an hour, singing to me and the birds, and the trees. When I went back to the tent, mom looked worried. I looked around. Everyone in the tent looked worried. I was just about to ask what's going on when the radio talked and said, "What are his symptoms?" My mom replied, "He looks weak and very tired." One of my cousins filled me in on what was going on because he was in the tent when this was going on.

He said your nephew is really sick. He has a dangerously high temperature and is terribly weak, and he also said my mom was on the radio with the doctor. The doctor informed my mom that a medivac team was going to be sent to get my poor youngest nephew out of here.

As we waited impatiently, I sat down in the corner of the tent thinking of what the outcome would be. As each minute passed, the time brought fear and hope. I was out on the pick-nik table when I heard the rotor of the helicopter on the horizon of the gentle rolling mountains that surrounded us, like students surrounding a fight at school. As the helicopter approached the campsite, it circled us like the earth circles the sun. The helicopter hovered about 10 feet above the tree tops, when suddenly three men, just threw themselves out of the hovering helicopter like there was no tomorrow. The presence of the men heightened the tension of the moment because this is when it hit me that this was really reality. The men ran to the camp with their enormous backpacks and infrared goggles. The helicopter landed out back where we used to play baseball.

The wind that the huge yellow helicopter made was so strong that you could stand at a 45 degree angle without falling down. In the morning we heard back from my aunt that went back with my nephew because my mom had to stay to look after the other one. My aunt said that my nephew was going to be alright. She also said that he swallowed a rock on the beach out front, and that's what made him sick.

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