We had planned for a long time, as a family, to go camping in the woods during the long summer break from school. When the material day finally reached, my elder sister and I were very excited that we could not hide our extreme joy. We ensured we had packed everything we would need during the one-week camping we would be going for. We all set off early the next morning and arrived in good time, just before sunset. My sister and I put up the tents and lay the sleeping bags on the ground as our parents prepared dinner. As we were having dinner, it began to rain. At the outset, light showers of rain fell on the dry ground and before we knew it, there was a heavy downpour. We stayed terrified in our tents highly hoping against hope that the tent could not fall. I recall clutching to my mother’s arm and consequently fell asleep. Without further ado, we were forced to leave the next morning due to the unpredictable weather conditions of that place. That was truly the worst family vacation that will remain imprinted on my mind until I taste the bitter cup of demise.
