Sunday, 19 June 2016

Mountain biking

Mountain Biking  

Have you ever judged an activity before you did it because a friend or someone you know has had a bad experience? Because I have and now that I think about it I really shouldn't have.

It was about midday and we'd just got back from going to the cemetery and had some food. I was with my friend Rosemary then the whistle blew, it was time for our next activity. I was so so so nervous it was an activity run by Hamner Camp. 

We all  sat down in a straight line, the teacher shouted next up group one for Mountain biking. We all stood up we walked over like stick soldiers waiting for their next mission.

 I think I was expecting a big lecture but I didn't think it was going to be as long as it was, she would talk and talk and then pause, I thought she was done  but no  she would carry on, finally she stopped, she said go and choose your helmet. I got a bright neon orange helmet. 

Next we got given a bike. Rosemary and most of the others got a  blue, white and black bike but I got a black bike that said dare devil in white  letters. 

It was kind of embarrassing because I was the only one who had that type of bike but it was a good bike. Finally we got to ride the bikes but it was just around the trees on the grass.  We did that about eight or nine times. Finally Jess ok let's go no the track and start the journey.

I was really nervous because my friend Lucy told me she really did not like it because she tripped over a tree root and went over her handlbars and face planted and got two big bruises on her hip. We came to a road, Jess said get off your bike to cross the road which I though was a little bit silly because we were going mountain biking.

We crossed the road and then we finally started biking. So there I was biking through the forest twisting and turning  left and right side to side, then something that made me even more nervous had happened to Jack one of the kids in my group who fell because of the pine needles, when he fell over the handlebar it went into his chest. 

After a while our group came to a stop I heard some words that I really didn't want to hear, she said that it was time for the hills and ditches and at the end there would be a surprise. I was really times a thousand nervous about the surprise because I didn't think it was going to be a very fun surprise. 

When we got to the first ditch they looked really small so I went down at a slow speed and didn't see the little bump. At the bottom of the ditch I didn't see the root until it  was too late it gave me quite a fright but I didn't fall off my bike. Luckily then the next ditch came this time I learnt from my mistake and went at a faster speed and it was quite fun. 

Then I remembered next up was the surprise, a shiver ran down my spine. In my head I was thinking of what it would be, a monster obstacle course or a colossal stream that we would have to bike down until gets deeper and deeper until it was waist deep, but I think I knew I was exaggerating. 

We all came to a stop it was time time for the surprise it was a giant hill it was so big I thought I was going to faint. Marco another boy In my group went first, he was screaming the whole way, he made it without hurting himself ( surprisingly), then Jess told everyone what Marco did we weren't meant to do. 

After a few people had their turn. Now it was my go, I was so nervous then saw the hill from up close it wasn't nearly as big as I thought it was so I went down on the count of three 1 2 3 weeee I had so much fun I was going so fast I started to slow down we came to a stop then we had snack and went back.

I had so much fun so it just goes to show don't judge something because of what someone else said 

My writing reflection:

In my writing I used exaggerating when I said “monster obstacle course or a colossal stream that we would have to bike down until gets deeper and deeper until it was waist deep
Next time I am going to improve by putting other descriptive words and take care when rereading my writing to check for where I put my capital letters.

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