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
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4 comments:
I liked that story a lot. It reminded me of the small daily adventures I used to have. Thanks.
yeah, that was good times.
Hey beautiful. I miss you. *hugs*
Hey, your site says "1 comment" but there are 3. Hm.
I miss you chickadee. I miss hearing your thoughts.
love ya!
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