Friday, June 12, 2009

In Which I Help Out A Friend

I'm guest-posting over at MIT Mommy's place today, but the post isn't scheduled to come up until later. I wanted to share it with you here, but if you don't already read MIT Mommy's blog, head over there and check it out.

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Summer vacations were a magical time for me when I was growing up. I’ve never forgotten that feeling of immense freedom as I got off the school bus for the last time at the end the school year. The end of summer and the start of the next school year was nothing but a faint thought in my mind, if it even was there at all. My summer-mind was always a whirlwind of all the things I had plans to do.

In addition to the activities that just about every boy does during his summer vacation (which, other than getting scrapes and grass stains, is testing the limits of his mother’s patience), my parents always packed my sisters and I up in the car to go camping for a week or two. Whenever I think about my childhood, the memories I have about camping are some of the best ones I have.

We made tie-died t-shirts and competed in sand sculpture contests. We ate countless hot dogs and hamburgers. We cooked pizza’s over the campfire in my great-grandfather’s unique campfire oven. We got sunburns and bug bites but miraculously avoided poison ivy. We got rained on and nearly flooded out, and learned the hard way about the benefit of properly hung tarpaulins. 

We went fishing and often caught more trees than fish. We went swimming until our fingers wrinkled and learned how to dive off the dock. We went canoeing and paddle-boating, and watched our mother water-ski that one time. We played board games and seemingly endless rounds of Twenty Questions by the campfire at night. We made s’mores and got scolded for making torches out of flaming marshmallows. We found that loud, snoring neighbors makes for a late-night giggle-fest. 

As my sisters and I grew older, we went camping less and less as our summer schedules filled up with extracurricular activities and summer jobs. I was lucky enough to find a woman who loves camping as much as I do, and we have spent many nights under the stars. We even went camping for our honeymoon. 

I hope you’ve had a good time making memories with your family, MIT Mommy. I look forward to hearing all about them when you come back.

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I hope everyone enjoys their weekend!

9 Comments:

Tony said...

dude, that was good and good advice - I'm heading over to MIT Mommy's blog now.

Kat said...

I love camping! My husband is not a camper though, but I have drug him a long for the ride a few times.

Employee No. 3699 said...

We haven't been camping in ages. Now I feel like getting all the gear down from the rafters in the garage and taking off for a long weekend this summer.

Lola said...

I used to love camping as a kid! Now, not so much, unless it's in a cabin. Too many tent nightmares along the way.

MIT's got that rockin' camper, though, and I think I could enjoy that very much.

Great guest post, man!

Laura said...

Ahhhh camping.. so much fun!! Just not when you are pregnant. I won't be doing that again!

Aunt Becky said...

My idea of roughing it is going to a hotel that doesn't have room service.

lovelila said...

I haven't gone camping since I was in Girl Scouts. I don't think I'm cut out to truly "rough it," but I could definitely do it if there were some "cheats," like a cabin with working kitchen and indoor plumbing. ANYWAY, I remember the feeling of stepping off of the school bus on the last day of school before summer break. It usually consisted of me getting off of the school bus, running into the house, and breaking out in song and dance...okay, maybe not the song and dance, but definitely the running.

I miss childhood summers before all the responsibility kicked in and free time decreased. Good times.

Badass Geek said...

Tony: Sweet.

Kat: He doesn't like camping? I find that strange.

Employee No 3699: I think you should. I'm sure you'd have a blast.

Lola: Yeah, there are a lot of scary movies involving camping, aren't there.

Laura: I won't go camping when I am pregnant. No worries there.

Aunt Becky: That does sound pretty rough.

Love Lila: Oh, yes. The running. The freedom. It was a great feeling.

Nej said...

My family used to camp all the time when I was a kid.

It wasn't until my sister and I moved out that mom and dad bought an RV. I'm glad we went tent camping...but still like to give them a hard time about it. :-)

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