When I was a kid, our parents used to pack us up every weekend and the people I was with and I would go camping in the mountains.
I had several siblings that I had to share a tent with.
The outside constantly stinked of creatures and urine. I couldn’t sit the way I had to share a damp stinky tent with 3 siblings and a baby sibling. I swore I would never go camping again, once I was old enough to stay by myself. Last week, our best friend asked myself and others to go camping with her. I told her about the bugs, the lack of heating and air conditioner, and sleeping in a tent. I swore I would never go camping again once I turned sixteen. She said she understood, but she wished I would just suppose about it and go camping with her. She provided myself and others 2 weeks to decide if I wanted to go with her. I kept thinking about the lack of air conditioner and heating. I thought about sleeping on the ground. I also thought about our friend and how she had constantly been there for me. I told her I would go. If she had told myself and others the people I was with and I were going to be in cabins that had indoor water and lavatorys, heating and air conditioner, and beds instead of sleeping bags, I would not have taken so long to agree to go camping with our friend. My friend started laughing when she saw our face. She said she wanted to tell myself and others about the accommodations, but she wanted myself and others to go with her because I wanted to go. She didn’t want myself and others to go because I knew about the cabin.