Well, religion has been passed down through the years by stories people tell around the campfire. Stories about God, stories about love. Stories about good spirits and evil spirits.–Andrew Greeley
This is a story of my first fire camp organized by school.
On a chilly foggy Christmas day we all dressed up in casual, we were eager to celebrate the Funday. As the name itself signify it was “all play, no work, making jack a bright boy”.
We brought lot many snacks from the money we collected from each student. It was a full foodies day for us all. Dry cakes, biscuits, Maggi, cold-drinks, chips, and kukure, everything that we never use to get easily at home.
We prepared a carol “Lord has come, let earth receive the king” and sang it in front of all our teachers, we were given chocolates as token of love.It was my first public singing and it is the only carol, I know, till date.
We dressed our healthiest classmate as Santa, who danced to the tune of our singing.
Later after the program got finished we were asked to play games of our choice, we played until we became hungry again. We were served hot pakoras and coffee to satisfy our appetite.
As the sun was setting a bonfire was set up for us. The darker the night, more beautiful it became. Suddenly all lights were switched off and we saw a beautiful torch dance performance by some of our friends.
Than the bonfire was lit up and we danced till our feet started hurting. We heard stories from our teachers, jokes from students and dance of our other staff members.
It was my first night out and first bonfire night at the age of twelve.
PS: Share your first night out or campfire or camping story?
This my attempt for the Sixth day of the A-Z Challenge.
Day 6: F(alphabet)