When I was eight or nine years old in Korea I went to the school camp. I was so excited about that because I could sleep with my best friends in school. The day before the camp I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking what we are going to do in the free time. Until that night I was happy…
My friends also looked like they didn’t sleep. I think they didn't sleep because of the same reason. When we were in the bus, all of our classmates were talking about the camp. When we got there we were walking to put the tent in the mountain (the mountain was really save). I needed to jump over the small nice lake. My bad luck was just starting. I was really bad at jumping and when a don't make it every body is going to laugh at me. I was just SCARED to jump. This was my first courage to show other people. I fold my birth and jump!!
When I open my eyes my best friends were calling me. After doing this I was kind of proud of myself. After I showed my courage I could jump over any small river. When I think of this story I could understand how Mafatu felt in the story.