School Assignment

On my spring break I was told I was going to Tofino with my grandparents. I wasn’t expecting to go to Tofino but plans change. What I did expect was to stay here and take a nice art class or something. But, this spring break I was going to Tofino. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, and then I was told I had to wear rubber boots. That didn’t help. But I was going. And that was that. So I packed and left. The ferry ride was okay; I played video games the whole time with my brother and by the time we ran out of money we were at Vancouver Island. The parking lot to the ferry was loud and dusty, you could hear peoples voices ring out, calling to each other. You could see into dusty car windows and see sleeping people waking up after a long nap. We got into our truck and we ditched the ferry. I’ll never be on this same ferry again, I thought. And we were gone.


Once we were in Tofino I was sure I was going to be sick. I must have eaten a buckets worth of Pringles and that sickened me. I got out of the big truck that had been pulling the RV the whole way up here. My legs had ached earlier today, but they still felt sore, but better. I stepped out onto the camping ground and decided to go check out my surroundings. I climbed down a wall that hung around behind our campsite and down in to the beach. The beach was long and thick. Watery sand clung together as you walked on it. The air smelled fresh, new and exciting. I ran on it. Just to get the last pains out of my legs. I went up to the waves, and they fell on me. I went back inside and was scolded for being silly and for getting wet. Still I liked the salty water and it was a beautiful feeling.

A few days went by like this and we had to leave this beach. So, we moved on to a new campground. I didn’t like the site of it at first, but it as soon as I got out of the truck. Something told me it was going to be great. So I took a walk down the path back toward the lodge and I found a swing set, the lame thing about it was it was only for 8 year olds. So, I decided to go see what the lodge was like. I went in and the Lady standing behind the counter asked me if she could help me and I answered, “No, but thanks. I’m just looking around.” And she replied, “Oh! Well, would you like to use the computer?” “You mean that one?” I pointed to the friendly looking machine standing over by the corner waiting for someone to approach it. “Yes.” “Ok, thanks.” I walked over to it. And wriggled the mouse to see the screen. “Now if you need any help getting on to it…” she trailed off and laughed as she saw me already online. “I’m okay, thanks,” I said and she smiled and walked away.

I stayed on the computer for a while and then my Grandma came and told me to go check out that great river. I thanked the woman behind the counter and left the lodge. I ran down to where my Grandma instructed me to go. And then ran down this load of stairs and found myself jumping off this dock type thing on to a pile of stand there was ankle deep water and copper stones underneath it coiling around little islands of sand. I liked it.

I saw my brother over on the next little island and I ran toward him. I saw that he had made some sort of a bridge out of a few loose branches that happened to float by. “Hi!” I waved over at him. I jumped that last way over to the island and there I was. “Hey,” Luke greeted me back. “You know what would be fun? Taking your shoes off.” I said I dropped to the ground and started to pull off my shoes and Luke looked at me blankly and said; “You shouldn’t do that. There’s like spiders in the sand and stuff.” “So?” I asked. I went over and sat on the bank of the island. I sat there for like 5 minutes and then Luke asked; “Do you wanna go back now?” “Sure.” I agreed and we made our way back up to the RV. We stepped in to the RV and Luke switched on the Television and I sat down and read my book. It seemed like hours went by. Before I knew it I had to go to my Grandparent’s friends. They had a monster of a house. It was unbelievable. The next day we left.



Back on the road, we traveled a few hours and we were in Victoria. Where I met my parents and it was time to go home.


Hannah Wildeman
Grade. 5

sane and organization

Well, here we are at..uh, whatever this campsite is called. I've been away since tuesday. The trip started as usual; on the road. And lead to the camping ground, Tofino, Long Beach. We left this morning sometime. The trip to this campsite which I will now decide to call 'Here', so the trip to Here was 3 hours but felt like 15 minutes, I guess thats the magic of a good book. We got here about a half an hour ago now. When we first got here I took a stroll up to the lodge and found about the lamest swing set to ever see the living day light. Luke liked it. And I found a computer in the lodge. The is more homey than I thought. When I first entered the Lodge I thought it was a cold hearted building. its really not. Theres a Tv and free coffee and a fire place and board games. And hehe the computer. Well I ought to go now.

-Red

Funny.

I don't know why I find this so funny. Its a fox. A ninja fox.... Hehe.

But these things pop up...

Usually whenever I hear somthing or go through a stage or somthing happens I get an image. Its very odd. For example when I was little and when I laughed so hard and so long that it felt like I ran out of laughs, it would remind me of an endless white fence. And when I was very little probably around 4 or 5, I am not sure what happened I may have fallen asleep or blanked out or went deep in thought but all these images and visions flashed through my mind. It was all deju vu and some of those visions happened a few years later. Sometimes things happen and I remember it and it feels like I have seen it before.
But I know I haven't. I find this very interesting. And it all happened back then. It seems like everything was created then.
Sometimes I forget what thought or situation matches the image then I have the situation and the image comes.
I have no idea if this is just me if its fate or everyone has this. But I get alot out of it. It seems to keep me sane.
Maybe its the only thing keeping me sane. But I just remember shutting my eyes and all this flashed through my head.
How did I do that? Then again I highly doubt I did it. It seems amazing. Then a few nights ago I had this dream and I wonder if it even was a dream. I think I entered someone elses body. I was living someone elses life I remember her small room on the edge of her house and looking out the window and seeing cars go by on the highway. I know this life was not mine. I do not know where this person lives. I am sure that this person is really out there in the world. It was like I was self projecting. When the soul leaves the body. It seems amazing, I must have been there a while because I remember going to bed and choosing clothes from the wardrobe and it was all different. I remember wearing a black shirt that was crochet with a black tank top underneath and jeans with sma dimond studs going down one leg. The room walls were painted red and she had a coat rack with hats and purses covering it. They were all spunky and different. I also remember wearing a lime green sparkly top. She seemed to have a funky sort of style. Laundry covered all sides of the small room. The bed had really pale white green sheets and white and red
pillow covers and randomly colored quilts. the room was small and oddly shaped and had windows on all the sides.
It seemed very mysterious. I remember looking in to the mirror a few times and seeing a girl with brown hair and brown eyes her hair was long and her face held a frown I wonder why I was frowning. I think she is really out there now, alive.
Last year I studied First Nations and the Navajo's. The Navajo's believe in self projecting any of the medicine men can do it and people can be gifted with it. It is when the soul leaves the body. I may have done it once. Or it was just a dream. But I do not want to think of it again. If by any chance I did self project I do not wish to let myself at it again.

Contest

Well, for a fact I don't know if I want to enter this contest. The orthodox youth is having a writting/arts contest.
My Mom says I should enter. But I don't know if I should. I know I probably won't win. I am not a very talented person.
But I would like to get others opinions on this.

This

This day. And these words I have spoken are now part of me and who I am.
They stick like bread dipped in ocean. And bite like a cold wave after jumping in.
I do not know what comes on the path before me. And what lies by my feet when I am in bed.
Someone could be watching me waiting to take my life away. It makes sense. But not enough. In every area or state I am in my life there is a feeling that I have sometimes in my mind and sometimes in my stomach. Sometimes its joyful or sometimes its melancholy. When I feel the earth has been swept beneath my feet I wish I could be someone else. But I can't. We are stuck with what comes out.