My most memorable moment at camp was the tree climbing. I felt ecstatic as I scaled the old gum tree. The rain pounding down on my black puffa jacket. The great gum tree towers over me as I yank myself higher and higher until I reached the very last wooden step.
My heart is pounding as I grasp hold of the last blue wooden step that was terrifically nailed in to the glistening white bark. I excitedly look around from the top, to see the roofs of the cosy bunk rooms and below my belay team straining on the red and blue patterned rope.
That was a moment I will never forget.
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