Where Are We Do?-Personal Narrative

I had never had to lead my own scout troop before.
We were in the middle of nowhere, having just finished the first part of a long hike to our designated site. The rest of the senior scout volunteers had already left, off find a good place to settle down for the night, leaving me behind to watch the kids. Not until we were stranded did we realize we had wondered too far from the rest of the staff.
The kids started to panic, one of the older kids from the group, came forth.
“Where are we Mister, What do we do?”
“I am just as oblivious as you are, my friend” I thought to myself.
More out of optimism than courage, I tried to lead the kids back to the site. I spent almost a good hour looking for clues as to which direction we came from, searching for tracks like I’d seen on survival shows, yet it proved meaningless. Suddenly, I realized two things. One was that I had been in a similar situation before. The other was that I had forgotten about the most obvious clues, footprints. …show more content…
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