When I think back to camps, I think of tents soaking wet and the rain never ending. It seemed to happen every single time, and it never stopped us from wanting to go back for more. Camping was something as a child we didn’t do too often, but when we did it was the most exciting thing around.
Camps back in the day were truly adventurous. You roughed it in the bush with your friends, building huge fires, roasting hot dogs and marshmallows without a worry in the world. If you were one of the lucky ones, you even got to make shmores. Of course, by morning you’d wake up in a puddle of water and have to start the drying out process all over again since apparently it rained the entire time you slept, and that leak is still there that you thought you got fixed the morning before.
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