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The Beginning Of The Beginning
at that time I was fifteen years of age,
and I was at a camp for blind children.
The flies were busy buzzing round the heads
of campers, both of which atempt to eat
the dry and chewy tasteless meatloaf hu
grily. The dining hall was noisy with
the campers talking, laughing, joking read-
ily, the campers eating dinner happ-
ily. THE smells of unappealing food.
At dinner time Decoda asked the camp-
ers if they want to go on either trips.
an option being water skiing, an-
other being deep sea fishing the camp-
ers chose by telling her which option they
were choosing. When it came to me I chose
the deep sea fishing, without knowing I
was rather in quite a lot of luck that day.
Thus, next day, when it was bright and early
the campers woke up, quickly ate breakfast
we sat outside together in the freez-
ing cold and dewy morning on the ground.
the campers hurrily eating away
the luke warm subpar breakfast of taste-
less eggs and quite undelicious uncristp
and chewy bacon strips in sandwiches.
and all the campers climbed into the bus.
The bus was full of sleepy quiet drow-
sy campers, it was quite the early hour,
as it was only seven at the time.
the bus drove for a long ways off and soon
a dock in southern california
the destination where we did arrive.
the groups descended from the bus and stepped
out on to Ventura and together
we stood beneath the brilliance of weak
rays of the shining glowing sun. The sun
was shining brightly yet, the cold persist.
The smell of sea and surf invaded us-
pon campers senses. Salt of sea surf could
almost be tasted on the campers tongues.
amongst the early morning's shrilly chirp-
ing birds the camp coordinator called
out sharp direction for the teens to get
in neat groups of orderly pairs of twos.
proceed as a neat single file line
of teens, we reached the dock and stood in line
to get as it appear to be selected
I ended up with Bob, a low vision
individual, we walked onto the boat.
out on the water, during these precious,
and lovely priceless hours on the boat.
I smelt sea water throughout, tasted salty
sea surf, heard conversation going on
and shrilly chirping birds above, in front,
and all around. The fishing pole was grasped
in my hands all the while. From time to time
I would have to change the bait up. I talked
to Bob along with fishing thus enjoy-
ing the entire boat trip. but that was not
the end of it, the trip also was quite
enlightening. The trip was when I felt
in my very life the most uplifted, hap-
py, enlightened, understood, and most of all,
absorbed the most. I started out to wish
for enjoyment, but ended up with great
er, much more greater than expected, from
the start resulting in the better end.