Working with Nature

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Working With Nature


          A few years ago, I went to a summer camp that was held in Alfred E. Zampella Elementary School. That summer was one of the best ones of my life. There were many activities we could partake in, and I ended up deciding on Arts and Crafts. One day, the volunteers of the camp took us to the nearest park, also known as Pershing Field. The volunteers told us to collect objects on our way there. We each were given a plastic bag, and I decided to fill mine up with sticks, twigs, bark, and leaves. When we arrived, the volunteers put out materials like glue, and paint, and told us to make anything we wanted, out of the things we collected. They also let us walk around the park to collect more items. I decided to make a miniature log cabin out of my materials. First, I planned out what it would look like on a blank piece of paper. I decided to make the length of each side four inches. Then I looked at my materials, and decided which pieces would go where and how it would come together to make a cabin. I decided to take two pieces of flat wood and use them to make a triangular roof.

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