30 0f march
While we were caving, I saw cave wetas.
If I could do the trust fall again, I would not.
Although the bed were hard, I was able to get to sleep
The trust fall was, intense like a battle, fast as a race and scary like haunted house.
The caves were, tight as a shoe that is too small , cold as an ice storm and damp like it had just rained.
On the walk, sore shoulders, hard rock like ground and a long way to go
The bed were hard, like a brick, but I could still sleep
I wonder if I could climb that tree,tall and brown, way over thereThe rock climbing wall is , hard and small,as tough as can be