The Night the Wind Howled
By India (age 8)
One stormy night in March me, my little brother, my Mum and my Dad went camping at Omana Regional Park.
At Omana it was as windy as a cheetah running past me. I was right on the edge of the tent so I could hear the ginormous flapping right next to me. It woke me up two times in the night. I went back to sleep by looking at the dark ceiling of the tent, and listening to the moreporks calling to each other.
We all slept in to 7.45am. I stretched my arms out as wide as I could. I sat up and I could see that the sun was shining brightl
y through the tent. Dad went to the supermarket to get some milk for breakfast. Me and my brother were making Nature Girl and Nature Boy out of leaves, sticks and long grass. We had some cereal with raisins and the sun was so warm on my back.
Then sadly we had to pack up to go home. Me and my brother drove the cars out of the campground. It was so fun. We were sitting on Mum and Dad’s lap and Tobias nearly drove off the road.
That was my weekend away.