When I was around three years old I got my first sleeping bag. (I still use it.) I got it because we were going for a travel in Lofoten. I was so proud of my own sleeping bag. Outside it was violet, and inside it was green. I had a lot of fun with it, and now I could start to sleep by my friends. The first person I slept by was my very good friend Marianne, she had also got one, and we had very much fun with our sleeping bags. We made one game that we played many times: When we woke up in the morning we wanted to watch TV, but our sleeping bags was so warm and lovely, and it would be cold to get out of it. So we started to crawl down to the living room where the TV stood. We were just like small worms, and it was very fun. Yes it was so fun that we forgot the TV and played worms the rest of the morning.
I have so many good memories from my sleeping bag, bud one is frighten. And I’ll going to tell you about it now. It was a dark autumn evening in November. I had just went to bed and laid there in my sleeping bag looking at some pictures in a book. I got thirsty and called for my mum: “Mum, I’m thirsty”. After some minutes I heard her footsteps in the stairs. “Hear is your water, but you have to sleep now, it’s late.” “Yes I just have to finish this book”, I said.