Students' Personal Experience (Recount) Writing Samples
Tui Ridge Adventures
As my legs pumped as fast as my heart, a drop of sweat rolled down my forehead , across my eye and with a plop landed safely on my shorts. It was sadly our second to last day for 2009 tui ridge camp I thought as I wondered what our first challenge for the day was.
After waking up nurimas times to the constant hoot of children talking you would think you were in a cage of hungry owl’s egger to see what the next day had in plan for them. We eventually woke and stumbled out of bed to get ready for the next day of fun. Close on a hour later we found that our group was doing mountain biking. We all choose a steel cooled bike and a frosty helmet, which when you place it on your warm head it sent a chill up your spine and eventually we were set to go.
By Liam Simpson
We started off slowly into the absolutely amazing forest filled with fern frowns that crawled across the floor of the forest. as we splashed over the puddles and though the muddy track, the sun rose leaving pin holes of light slicing though me. as the sun rose it became harder to push though the mud and up the step hills.
Half way though the finally came the down hill but surprisingly steeper than the up hill. Whoosh as each person flow down the extreme hill we all new that the up hill will soon return. 10 minutes later they did letting the fun disappear and we were back to the puffing and panting. We soon reached a mini mountain which every single person fell off in our little group which brang the spirit back as we finished yet another activity. we quickly washed the mud off our bikes and rushed to our next activity.
as our weak legs carried us to our next challenge two more drops of sweat rolled down the side of my face and landed on the rough gravel leaving two splashes of warm sweat on the ground.
Flying Kiwi ‘I’m gonna throw up, I’m gonna throw up.’ My mind continued to chant this like a siren with no off switch. My face was masked with horror, eyes wide as they stared at ‘IT.’ The flying kiwi stood there laughing at me. All there is to the contraption is a harness and a rope. You have to put your precious life in your group’s hands, as they pull the rope; you go flying to the roof, spinning around like a bird with a broken wing. I felt sorry for it’s first victim, Hayden thorburn just 12 years old. Would he make it? I resisted the urge to get it over and done with, so my feet walked to the back of the line like they had a mind of there own. Again I could that siren. ‘I’m gonna throw up, I’m gonna throw up’. The queue progressed very slowly for the others but for me, it was like a car, going 200 miles an hour, and all of a sudden it was my turn. The beast grinned evilly at me. I took a deep breath and shrugged out of my jumper (something I wouldn’t normally do) and kept a tight grip on the harness. My whole frame was shaking as the man asked ‘are you ready?’ He sounded nervous, probably because of the way I looked. ‘Yes’, I answered in a lifeless tone. The siren was getting louder.‘3, 2, 1, Pull.’ I was whipped into the air. My eyes snapped shut as the earth disappeared from under my feet. For half a second I was a bird, souring happily through the skies. But then the room started to spin and the siren was louder than ever. Is this what it felt like to be a tornado? A scream escaped my lips. ‘Bring her down slowly guys,’ the instructor commanded. They obeyed and brought me down so low that I could sit. As I did so a huff followed the scream and I let out a big grin. The siren had found it’s off switch.
By Shannon Derbyshire
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