These sticks, branches, twigs, whatever you want to call them make me happy. (The aftermath of storm Dorris)
For the last 2 days I have resisted picking them up. Just seeing so many of them around, brings me back to my childhood.
As a child/kid/teen I was forced to camp almost every single weekend from May to September. Even when we were in school we would go home on the yellow school bus 🚌 to find my mom loading the car on Friday afternoons. We would be fed healthy snacks, have a quick pee, get changed and jump into the station wagon. (So typically North American 🇨🇦 ) The drive was about 2 hours.
Upon arriving she and my dad pitched the tent ⛺️. It was time for us 'kids' to go out in the wilderness (it was really a provincial camp ground) and start collecting the twigs for the camp fire 🔥. That was our job, simple, easy and clearly a big deal. It's a big deal because I'm talking about now. Many moons later. Nothing makes me happier than a camp fire, Bon fire, open fire. (You get it)
It's funny what I remember sometimes. For years the 5 of us would sleep in our Colman dome tent. This tent didn't have rooms or compartments. We were in it together. The nights were cold and the mornings were hot, but we survived.
To this day if my (now divorced) parents manage to get their 3 kids in the same, time zone, city, province, and county. We'll go camping. (Separate tents) - maybe the key 🔑 to life is just remembering and embracing the really simple things.
I'm so glad that Spring is on it's way as I'm missing the outdoors a lot!
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