The best camp fire

It was a hot humid day on July 8^TH 2012. My grandpa, grandma, mom, and a couple of cousins were sitting around a giant camp fire in my grandpa’s backyard in the small town of Ellsworth Illinois. My grandpa was telling stories, and I was talking to my cousin Taylor, while my little cousins Lydia and Carson were running around playing tag. The camp fire was almost as bright as the sun, with a bright white middle, expanding to a yellow and orange. The embers resembling glowing butterflies covered the sky above the shadow of the fire danced and flickered on the shed wall, creating a ghostly effect.

                 My cousin and I cooked hot dogs and s’mores over the open fire; I could smell the charring hotdogs and the sweetness of the s’mores. It overwhelmed everyone with hunger. The best part was the melty s’mores that were so sticky and sweet. After everyone cleaned up, my family and I all sat around the warm fire in the cold night. The warmth wrapped around everyone like it was a heated blanket.

                Singing camp fire songs, I heard a rustling in the bushes. “What’s that?” I asked. Everyone stopped singing to see what I was talking about. My grandpa decided to throw something at it. Slowly, he walked over and threw a can into the bushes. Two baby raccoons ran out and up the huge tree. Everyone was shocked and silent; all I could hear was the POP! And SIZZLE!  of the burning fire. My little cousin was the one to break the silence. “Oh my gosh!” she cried. “That was so cute!” All of the sudden everyone in my family started to laugh and continued to have a fun night.