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Name Instructor Course Date Personal Narrative. It was in the midst of summer. The night was the longest one I could ever remember. I was fourteen at the time. This is the day when time dragged its feet all over. Waiting became unbearable. The notion of the expected continued to drive me mad while in my bed. My mind started contemplating on the events to come. The plan for the summer camp with my friend in a few moments that seemed not to arrive will be a practical reality. Finally, the sun rose. The much awaited moment had arrived. I rushed in efforts to prepare my luggages as the bright sunlight gave life to my room. This was a sign of the welcoming nature of the outdoor experience to come. The chill breeze came with the sound of my friend waving at me from outside their door. From a far I could see her sister who had been studying in Washington. “What an experience it was going to be to be by adding another fun member in our team?”, my mind registered. They were waiting for their brother, to get his car out of the garage. After a long ride, we arrived at the bus station. There were many kids with us. I sat at the near-end of seats, with my friends. In the bus, the sleepless nights came to haunt me, but I was excited to go, and have fun with my friends. At the summer camp people were grouped based on their age. “Just like that you’re sixteen,” and so I did. The summer camp was, surrounded by green forest mountains with beautiful plain, there were many different culture buildings, Russian, Ukrainian, Hungarian, Korean, Czech, Latvian, and even modern ones, each group had a unique style of building. Our group theme building was African; it was built
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