My First Time Away From Home

<Tab/>When I was in sixth grade, my fellow sixth graders and I were allowed by the school to go camping for about a week in the mountain area. I was so excited when my parents said I could go as long as I was careful, of coarse. At the time I was in the sixth grade and I was living in San Diego, we were going to go camping in …

…destination, I saw my family in the distance waiting eagerly for us to get there. When I got off the bus, they came over and gave me big hugs and kisses and asked me how fun it was and what I did. Afterwards, I said bye to my friends and on the way home I thought to myself, "Even though I had so much fun, nothing makes me happier than being home with my family."