Isn’t that just like parents? Dragging you places you have absolutely NO desire to go? Taking away from all your luxuries and friends and forcing you to get dirt under your fingernails and smell like campfire? Who cares if it’s a "family vacation"? I have so many things I’d rather be doing than camping. I HATE camping! Of course, I can’t see why ANYONE would like it. You always end up hot and sticky, surrounded by bugs, and covered in dirt. How anyone could possibly, in their right mind, enjoy that, I’ll never know. Don’t get me wrong, I have always been a pretty aesthetic person, but one can only handle so much. The only nice thing I found there was a complete solitude while floating on an inflatable raft in the middle of the sparkling lake at dusk. Every once and a while a fish would just, but that was the only sound I ever heard. What I wouldn’t give to have that opportunity for peace of mind every day! But there always comes a time when you have to go back to shore, back to bugs, dirt, and screaming children. I still hate camping…
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Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Posted by L.K. McIntosh at Wednesday, October 03, 2007
Labels: Observations
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