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Family memories
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Family memories Years ago we bought a camper. We thought it would nice to get away. Enjoy nature. Make fun family memories. We were reminiscing over memorable events this evening. It seems that a lot of the memories are funny, but weren't so fun. There was the time I caught the in our camping group launching themselves off the top bunk, through the opening into the living room. I will never forget the expression on the face of the boy who was in midair when I opened the door to see what all the thumping was. The all skedaddled out of there, except the one boy who was hiding in the closet and afraid to come out. I damn near stabbed him when he came out 20 minutes later. There were the injuries and illnesses. A fever of 103. Three with a stomach bug. A fall 20 feet off a swing. A face plant over the handlebars of a tiny bicycle, lots of blood, some prematurely lost baby teeth. Same wiped out on a bigger bike years later, again, lots of blood, but he tucked and rolled and saved his teeth. The tooth through the lip in the swimming pool. The toe smashed against the rocks while tubing. The with the<b> torn </font></b>up toe promptly fainting upon alighting from the truck tailgate that hauled her back to camp. That same weekend another eyes swelled shut during an allergic reaction and mr wonderful took a nasty spill off his bicycle and in my panic and haste to render assistance I got tangled in my bike and went crashing to the ground myself, still entangled in the bike. My only thought on the way down was "thank god the oldest can drive us to the hospital". There were also discipline issues. Mostly when went missing. The 9 year old following the "big " on a hike without alerting the parents. The pied piper middle making friends everywhere she went and getting lunch from 3 or 4 families of strangers, in one day. Finding the baby 's boots, but not being able to locate the baby . After a 20 minute search of campers he was found sleeping soundly in a bunk bed. Discipline also had to be handed out when the camping group declared war on the seasonal who acted like they owned the playground. Yes, those brats had it coming, but people can't throw rocks. They just can't. Our camping excursions have been far from the tranquil experiences we envisioned all those years ago, but memories were certainly made. |
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So many smiles when you think back.......
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Some of my favorite childhood memories involve camping. And injuries. To hear my brother tell the story you'd think a molten marshmallow is like napalm or something.
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Ahhhhh . . . camping memories . . . have a bunch, myself. My boys & I were 'tent campers' when they were growing up. The finger sliced to the bone 80 miles from the nearest ER . . . the campsite on a hill during a rainstorm . . . the alarm at the nuclear power plant next to the campground going off in the middle of the night [laughing]
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