A Lifetime of Camping Memories
When I was 4 months old my parents took me camping for the first time.
When I was 2 years old I saw my first groundhog.
When I was 5 a raccoon stole the muffins my family had brought for breakfast.
When I was 7 I caught my first fish.
When I was 9 I heard wolves howling for the first time.
When I was 11 I learned how to make a campfire.
When I was 14 I learned how to steer a canoe by myself.
When I was 18 I went camping for the first time without any parents.
When I was 23 I went winter camping for the first time.
Now I'm 29 and I’ve been away from Canada for several years. I would love to go back to the place where my best memories were made.
(And I haven't gotten poison ivy yet)