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When I Was Young
I ran all over, laughed loudly, and played all over the campground when I was young in the forest.
The soft sound of the creek could be heard through the camper's open windows.
In the morning, I would wake to the smell of the fire and the adults talking breakfast.
I loved the smell of that fire.
The aroma of the trees was so crisp and fresh.
The mornings were cold and foggy.
Warm and sunny afternoons were full of lots of fun activities.
Underneath the stars, dazzling and bright, were where the nights were spent.
We would drive into White Sulphur Springs to a little motel with a hot spring pool.
We would swim for a couple of hours and then go shower.
I haven't truly camped, (none of that KOA stuff), for two or three years and I really miss it.
The fresh air, crisp and cold in the mornings, trickling, shallow water, and fun memories made were the best parts of those camping trips.
When I was young in the forest I never wished to go shopping, camp at a KOA, or be anywhere else in the world.