Personal Non-Fictional Writing

Personal Non-Fictional Writing

It was the summer of 2002 Friday 13th July to be exact! I knew a

couple of months before that my mum and dad were going on holiday in

the caravan, but I was only willinh to go if I could take a friend

with me. They eventually agreed to it, so I asked Quinny.

Quinny had to work the morning of Saturday 14th July but that was ok,

because we werent leaving till after dinner and he had brought all he

neede for the holiday up the night before.

We were all ready for off at about 1 o'clock on the Saturday, I was

expecting a long journey as I had been to the same campsite the year

before and it takes about three hours on a good day.

But thankfully we didnt get lost on the way so we got there just

before tea-time.

Quinny and I waited in the car while my mum and dad signed us in and

got our pitch number. Number nine was our pitch this time, which wasnt

that far away from where we were last year. I'll just tell you one

more thing about last year then I will move on, I met a girl called

Vicky who I spent most of the holiday with. As we got on really well,

I knew she was going back this year but she had a boyfriend so it

would be a bit different.

We got parked up eventually, I went to get the wated while Quinny,

started putting up the tent our sleeping house for the week.

After we had finished setting up my mum and dad sent us down to the

fish and chip shop that we had seen on the way in. It took about

twenty mintues to walk to, so on the way back I phoned my dad to come

and pick us up.

Later in the day about 6 o'clock, we went to the supermarket to get

all food and alcohol we would need for the week.

By 8 o'clock we were in the caravan getting ready to go out, but