I loved camping with my family as a kid though being the youngest it stopped long before I was ready. We live in Wisconsin and there are parks-a-plenty. We used to go to a place called Camp Rubadell. All these years later I now realize it was a dump. But at the time I loved it. A Pavillion with a juke box (circe 1967), a manmade pond, a trailer and a tent (6 kids).  My fondest memory was lying on the grass one night with my dad and two brothers, staring at the stars waiting and waiting for a shooting star.

Dad taught a few things to me that night about the skies. His father taught him a few things as well. When I went to college I aced astronomy, as had my dad. One night, one morsel of sharing and a lifetime of interest.

Mmmmm...better go spend some time with my kids!

Thanks for posting a Happy Story, Dem