It was tomorrow, my first camping trip. We were going to Glacier National Park in northwestern Montana. My brother was scaring me about the grizzly bear, the fiercest animal in the park.
"The grizzly is not that scary," I said.
"Yes it is," Mark, said. Mark was my older brother; he was 14.
"You two boys quit arguing, and please get ready for dinner," Mom said.
After we had dinner, I got ready for bed. When I was in bed I thought about tomorrow, "It will be great", I said. Then I fell asleep.
The next morning I was already to go.
"Buckle up", my dad said and then we were off to the Park. I had a pastry on the way, my favorite, cherry. When we got to the park, my dad showed the park ranger his season pass.
"Please do not feed the animals, especially not the bears; we have had problems this year."
When we got to our hidden spot in Two Medicine, we spotted two deer feeding in our camp. Trees were everywhere and there was a pond we could fish in.
That night we caught four fish and ate them for dinner. Then we went to bed.
The next morning I looked outside and smelled the fresh pine. When we all got up from a good nights sleep we had breakfast.
That afternoon my brother and me went hiking, while my mom and dad went fishing. When my brother and I were hiking, we spotted two young grizzlies playing. When he approached them I said, "Get away", but he did not listen. In an instant, a grizzly bear came tearing through the woods. The bear knocked him to the ground. I saw blood dripping from his half ripped face. I ran as fast as my legs could take me to mom and dad and then I felt her claws ripping into my sides I screamed. I could feel the flesh ripping off my body. Then the bear took me to her cubs so they could feed on my bloody body.
My brother finally regained consciousness and yelled, "Mom! Dad!" no answer. Then the bear drew his attention toward my brother and then bit his throat. One large moan came from his mouth. Next, I got up and ran as fast as my flesh ripped legs could take me. I finally reached mom and dad and before they could say anything. I said, "He is gone."
When we reached the spot, my mom started to cry and my dad had a devastated look on his face. He was gone. That is what would be running through my mind the rest of my life. Then I would tell them what happened.