... of the car and sleeping bags, pillows and suitcases piled into the boot. I carefully opened the boot of the car, not wanting to knock the bike rack off and threw my bag inside. Mum opened the front car door and started the engine. Dad was sitting in the front passenger seat, fiddling around in the glove box for some music to put on. My brother and sister were in the back of the car fighting over who was going to sit by the window. As the car reversed off the drive I was thinking about the two weeks ahead of me. My face lit up at the thought of roasting marshmallows, campfires, fishing and trekking the woods. A soft, blue sky with wispy clouds, a bright yellow sun with a gentle breeze; the weather was perfect. Dad finally found the CD he was looking for and pressed the play ...

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