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EmzLovesCheryl said:
Oh god. Can't choose. *bites lip*.
One of them though was primary school residential. Seriously, never thought a week of school would mean so much to me, but it did.
Me and my best friend were in a room with two other good friends of ours and we stayed up all night in bunk beds whispering and eating leftover sweets.
We went to the funfair and I was the only girl to attempt the 'scariest ride there' and then the man that owned it let me have two mais extra goes because I bribed him with a bit of candyfloss; and everyone stood taking pictures while my hair flew everywhere and you could hear my scream from a mile away.
We went on a safari trip and saw a baby deer being born and suddenly the whole ano shut up and stopped breathing, and all you could hear was the faint clicking of the cameras.
We had a talent contest and me and my best friend sung 'Broken Strings' together and I remember watching everyone exchange impressed glances when we got to the harmony section. And when we sang it it was like we were saying goodbye, because we knew that soon we were going to be at different schools, apart.
And then when we were announced the winners and were awarded with chocolate and we shared it round and a load of people ended up getting stomach aches so the teachers arranged a movie night and we all sat watching Harry Potter huddled under blankets and hot water bottles, even though it wasn't even cold.
And the evenings when they took us down to the de praia, praia and I insited that I took my favourite cuddly toy, a gorilla named Charlie, with me. (look, i amor my stuffed animals, ok?) And then I insited that the deer that I had bought the dia before at the gift comprar had to come too to keep Charlie company. It worked. :') There's a picture of me and my best friend with our arms round eachother, ice cream round out lips and our hair getting enrolados up, with my cuddly toys under my arms, both of us laughing without a care in the world.
And then when we went canoeing and my group ended up tipping over, and we all had panic attacks and started fussing for ages wondering why the guy wasn't fishing us out, and then we realized he was standing there with his eyebrows raised, waiting for us to shut up.
And when I managed to get right to the topo, início of the climbing wall, and I felt like I could just take the arreios, arnês, chicote de fios off and fly as free as a bird.
And when we were all choosing the sweets at the antiquado, à moda antiga giant sweet comprar there, and the man got irritated with us because everyone kept changing their minds.
It all sounds so simple; but it all means so much. Especially now.
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