Mountain Valley
Mountain Valley was usual enough: it had
A creek, Archery, A river, Smelly old Pigs, even blackberries that I never ate.
My friends and I did what girls do - giggled in our sleeping bags, spied on the cabin next door, gathered blackberries then stomped on them and slid down the rock into the river.
Doing nothing important
By Becs
Inspired by James K Baxter
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