Year 7 Waihola Camp Memoir Writing.

ARCHERY TAG BY ALEX 

The battle was just beginning. Heart pounding, blood coursing through my veins, muscles tensing… I suited up, mask on, bow ready, I was in the zone. Let the war start…

I had Simon in my sight. My hands were sweating, my knees were wobbling, my vision was blurry- but I had him, I knew I did!

“Woosh” off went my arrow soaring through the air “thump”my arrow hit the ground - I missed - how could I have missed??? I felt defeated until out of the corner of my eye I spotted Jack - sneaking forward from behind his cover who came in with a back up shot.

He did it! He hit him right in the chest - his arrow flew like a hawk stalking his prey. Victory was ours! Simon walked off the field defeated, bow hanging low, head dropped, disappointment on his face.

By Alex

WATERSLIDE 

I looked down, wishing I could remember just how far down it was. Cold, slick sweat was on my forehead, gone cold from the torturous walk before hand.

My heart was beating, adrenaline running, and blood coursing through my veins like an excited wolf.Encouraging people was one thing, but doing it gave that wolf another exciting burst. Quickly, too quickly it was my go. The water chilled me to the bone, making my teeth chatter.

“Remember, keep your legs and arms crossed the whole way down.”The instructor commanded.

I tried to distract myself by asking her who had been better at listening, girls or boys.

“Girls,”She replied, “ Boys tend to fling their arms around when they get near the bottom. Right, go on now.”

She sounded friendly, but annoyed. I guess she was just fed up with all the kids over the years.I shoved myself off the platform and felt water rush through my hair, as cold as Antarctica snow. As I flew down, I saw the bottom getting closer and shut my eyes, remembering how the impact felt.SPLASH!!!!I opened my eyes and gasped for air. Miss Bezzet was looking down at me soaked from everyone’s splashes.I wanted to do it again!

-Teagan

Camp

Zip line

As I wait in line for a harness it becomes freakier and freakier. Once I am strapped in it feels like I am getting crushed by a thousand elephants.

I stepped up to the platform, I glanced back at my friends. I slowly stepped off, I start to accelerate, I feel as if I'm going as fast as a cheetah. I don't even realize that I'm holding my breath. I look back, but then I get slammed into the tires at the end. It sucks all the air out of me, it feels like I've been hit in the chest by millions of hammers.

The parents at the end help me off. I excitedly sprint back ready to go again.

By Kalis

Last week, year 7 camp, zipline platform.

I opened my eyes and thought.

“Should I really do this?” “What if the

zipline

breaks?”. Filled with fear, goosebumps all

over, heart thumping, looked at my feet

and looked at the drop. After what felt

1000 years, I jumped, and horrified for my

life I started flailing my arms, panicking.

But in about half a second the fear on my

all washed away like my awesome sandc

astle

when I was five years old.

Hitting the tires with full force and a crazy

scientist look on my face, ready to go

again! BY CONNOR