Under the Stars
Marcus had never been camping before. As his family drove deeper into the forest, his stomach twisted with worry. What if there were bears? What if he got lost? What if the tent leaked during a storm?
"We're here!" his father announced, parking beside a small clearing near a lake.
Marcus helped unload the car while his older sister, Denise, set up the tent. Everything looked different from his video games and television shows. The trees seemed taller, the sky seemed wider, and the air smelled like pine needles.
"Come help me find firewood," Denise said, grabbing a bucket.
They walked along a narrow trail, stepping over roots and ducking under branches. Denise pointed out different types of trees and showed Marcus how to identify which sticks would burn well. He picked up branches until his arms ached.
That evening, the family roasted hot dogs over the campfire. Marcus had never tasted anything so delicious. When darkness fell, his father pointed out constellations in the sky.
"That's Orion the Hunter," his father explained, tracing the stars with his finger. "And there's the Big Dipper."
Marcus stared upward in amazement. At home, the city lights always blocked the stars. Here, thousands of them sparkled like glitter scattered across black velvet.
A strange hooting sound made Marcus jump. "Just an owl," Denise laughed. "They hunt at night."
Later, curled in his sleeping bag with the campfire crackling outside, Marcus realized his worries had disappeared. The forest was not scary at all. It was full of wonders he had never known existed.
"Dad," he whispered, "can we come camping again next month?"
His father smiled in the darkness. "I was hoping you would ask.