Naomi W.

Tribe of Benjamin

Age 11

 

Archery

 

Fun archery, fun archery, fun archery. Before I tell you about my first-time doing archery at camp, let me just tell you this- I LOVE ARCHERY! The singing of the string, the excitement as I hit the bullseye, the drawing back of the bow. I just love it! But now let me tell you the first time I did archery at camp.

As I walked down the grassy slope to where the archery range was, I held my breath in anticipation. Seizing the bow and grasping the arrow, filled with quiver I ran my finger on the length of the bow searching for imperfections. Loosening the quiver, I drew the shaft to string. Drawing back the bow, arms quivering, string pulled tight, all concentration focused on the target. Beads of perspiration trickled down my brow, clouding my present conception. Realizing my breath, I liberated the dart. Hearing the singing bolt whistle past my ear slicing its opponent in two. Crowd cheering, I was lifted onto the shoulders of my fellow campers. As we paraded through the streets, throngs followed, awaiting the talk of the arrow. Hence this gazette concludes.