Camping!

When I was a child, my favorrite thing to do was be outside. My house had a huge yard, well it seemed huge to me, since I was only a little kid. My sister and I were always outside. Winter, spring, fall, summer, we were always outside; playing in the snow or in our tiny inflatable pool. I learned to ride my bike in my yard. There was just enough of a concrete strip so I could ride. Almost all my memories of my childhood in New Jersey are outdoors. One of my favorite memories actually is when my sister and I lost in the crazy neighbor's house and we snuck in to get it back. Probably the most dangerous thing I have done in my life, well not really.

Every other weekend, my uncle's would take all the cousins camping. We loved it. We got to be outside and away from our parents. My favorite part of camping was listening to the bugs at night and pretending that a bear would come attack us. One time a bear actually did take our food, but we weren't at our campsite so none of us were hurt. Funny story, at the time there were a total of 6 cousins. The three older ones stayed at the camp site, while the 3 younger ones, including myself, went off to find the lake. We quickly realized we were lost, and because we were young we started to cry, thinking we were never gonna be found. But my uncle whistled, a sound that to this day I will never forget, and we followed his whistle all the way back to the camp site.

Since I moved to Florida, I have not been camping. It makes me miss Jersey even more, and even if I did go camping here, I don't really think it would be the same. Its too hot out here and there are way too many creepy bugs and worst of all MOSQUITOES!

(Oh and by the way, the one in the pig tails really is me!)