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  •  Let's see, camping stories.... (2+ / 0-)
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    weck, broths

    Day camp as a young Girl Scout: on the last day, I was supposed to show the others how to get their fires started and built for cooking breakfast. (We slept out the night before, just the last night of a week of day camping only, except for the final day.) Of course, everyone else got theirs started and mine wouldn't!

    I don't remember doing a lot of camping as a child. Mostly we just did day trips to parks and stuff. I didn't own a sleeping bag until the above-mentioned GS camp. My folks would sometimes rig up a place for my sisters and me to sleep in the back of the station wagon (yes, we had those, back in the day) for when we went to drive-in movies.

    I do remember a camping trip with my first set of in-laws, in WI. They'd all been drinking, and they were so noisy, I was embarrassed! (My family of origin was a teetotaling one.) And just for bigjacX3's benefit, there were two more spouses, one before the "M" and one after the "M" whose initials I did NOT include in my moniker, because I don't like to recall either of those 2, and I have no idea where either is or what has happened to them, at this point. I confess to having done more than a little bit of "looking for love in all the wrong places" in my past, which I'm not proud of, and don't like to admit, but there it is. At least, now, I have enough self-respect to not do that any more, but I do acknowledge that I get lonely, (though that's mainly for the one person I can never have back again)  and there are certain things I miss that I hope perhaps I may find again one day before I die....

    •  I did a lot of girl scout and day camping and went (2+ / 0-)
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      broths, Kit RMP

      to a cabin style church camp a few years in a row.  The first year of "away" camp, where I didn't know anybody, I cried and cried and finally my grandparents who lived about an hour away, came and picked me up.  We went to a store and bought new sneakers and something to eat (squirt soda in a green bottle, too) and then took me back.

      I think my folks had gone south to a wedding and had farmed out all the kids.  I just didn't cope with all those different people and different rules.  It got better though, (Hello muddah, hello faddah!!) I distinctly remember that they let me eat all the hot cereal I wanted.  I remember vespers at dusk as blend of tranquility and mosquitos.  I found some petrified wood in a creek and saw monarch butterfly cocoons on milkweed plants.

      bigjac didn't come to the diary today, but I hear you when it comes to making choices about who to marry.  I am pretty sure I won't marry again, however.  I do have a stable and supportive partner.  We have been together for more than 10 years, but it seems to be better for me not to actually marry.  No one is willing to take better care of me than I am.  And if things turn sour, I can mosey on down the road without paperwork.

      If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. &

      by weck on Sat Jun 29, 2013 at 07:42:56 PM PDT

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