The Camping

It was the time for the camping trip. I was very scared. I was scared of bears. I did not want to be eaten. I was also scared of bugs， ghosts， and poison ivy. My family packed a bug spray， and a first aid kit. My brother told me ghosts were not real. But I was still scared of everything.

It was my first time I went camping. I felt excited， too. I brought my journal. I wrote in the journal.

"Dear Journal， I hope I won't get eaten by a bear. Bears were huge with sharp teeth and big claws. I saw some bears on television. They roared loudly. It was the night before the trip. I could not go to sleep. I could not stop thinking about bears. Finally， I went to sleep in the end. I dreamed about bears. "

It was not a nice dream.