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Birds chirp, wind howls, and the sound of water flowing can very well easily be heard from the bay. We were roughing it. My name is Anne, a girl the age of 14. It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I was with my best friend, Suzan. Her parents generously offered to take me camping with them for the weekend. The large tent I awoke in was very fancy. The kind that my family could never afford. Suzan's family was practically rich. The tent was a dark teal color, and one of the largest I had ever seen in my life. It was about the size of the average garage. Yes, they were that rich. I glanced at my watch. (I had forgotten to take it off last night before bed.) It was only 6:32 A.M. I saw Suzan sleeping soundly in a sleeping bag next to me. Her parents were in a different room of the large tent.
I sat up, with a yawn. It had been awhile since I last woke up at this hour in the morning. I stood up, and unzipped the zipper of the tent's door. As I stepped outside, I could smell the fresh air of exotic plants and fruits growing. I sat down on a bench outside of the tent. I noticed a stream, just barely visible from the corner of my eye. I wanted to see what fresh spring water tasted like. I stood up and started walking. We were in an apparently popular camp site, because there were many trail markers along the dirt path I was walking on. As I got nearer, I heard the sound of spring water trickling down into a creek. After about a 5 minute walk, I saw the beautiful spring. Water fell from the top of a rock just 2 feet above my head. By this time, I was drinking the fresh spring water. I sat down on a large flat, long rock, and admired the spring. The sound of the water falling was pleasant and relaxing... Soon, I drifted off to sleep. It was a very beautiful place, and I hope to soon return...