Our class went on a curling field trip. I felt a little nervous. I think I felt this way because I was afraid of falling on the ice. When I got their we went into our groups. I got a group with most of my friends. The borders of the ice were blocks of carpet. I was so nervous I felt like the ice was going to eat me . When I stepped on the ice I was super surprised. It was not slippery. I looked at the ice I saw little mountains in the ice. No wonder It was so slippery. We walked around on the ice I was still petrified.

Once we started curling I realized it took more energy to push the stone than I thought. I fell after I pushed it. My arm hurt. I got back up on the carpet border. We learned to sweep. Our instructor said to hold the broom with two hand. I squeezed the broom tight, not trusting the little mountains of ice. We swept the stones that went really fast and ones that went a bit slower. Then we started playing. My group was paired up with another group. We played against each other. Nobody scored. My stone made it to the house. I had scored a goal. I was really happy. This trip was so much fun.