I thought it was another boring holiday I was forced to go. But soon everything would change. When I arrived at the place I wanted my father and I sat down the tent and my mother and sister brought the bees. I made a fire from the branches found, then I endeavored to warm the bees above the fire. According to our family tradition, we started to say horror stories. After a while we turned off the fire and we slept. In the middle of the night we heard a bear urge approaching our tent. Parents told us not to frighten us, but after their face expression, I realized they were also worried. The bear tried to break the tent probably because he was hungry. I gathered all the courage I went out and holding a bread. The bear came to me and I threw her as far as I could in the woods. Everybody embraced me and praised me for my courage. It was the most beautiful vacation in my life.
