I couldn’t tell you how we
got there, what i was wearing, or how we even prepared for this glorious
moment. The only thing i knew was that it was here, the moment i’ve been
planning and dreaming of for weeks. I had my arms spread wide with the wind
blowing through my hair and i was on top on the world… well really i was being
towed towards the lake on top of our family’s jetski.
After this day at the ripe
age of 7 i was hooked. My parents had taken their three children camping and it
was the best weekend ever. Nothing mattered but having fun, my older sister
didnt worry about combing her hair or picking on me and my younger brother could
finally run free without breaking anything of value. As for me, i didn’t have
to wear pants or shoes for three days, i got to pee in the lake and for once in
our lives we got to eat something other than mexican food. Needless to say it
was magical.
Since moving out a year
and a half ago I’ve decided that because my boyfriend is very into the outdoors
scene we would incorporate camping in our lives. It has been nothing but a
complete disaster.
