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Summer is finally here and I can’t wait to start in on all the BBQ’s, swimming, and the long awaited vacation. These few precious months have always been my favorite time of the year. The long summer days, relaxing nights, and outdoor summer fun are definitely something to look forward to once school is out. I still remember a camping trip I took with my dad a few years ago during the summer holidays. I couldn’t sleep the night before because of the excitement and had packed my bags and camping gear a week in advance.
We were going to spend the weekend camping, enjoying fishing and roasting marshmallows on a camp fire. My best friend and his dad had also joined us. We all rose up early the morning of the long trip up to the camp site. Mom had made a whopping helping of pancakes and packed our lunches for along the way. My friend and I couldn’t sit still and hurriedly gulped down our breakfast forcing our dads to hurry up as well. Finally we headed out and I remember counting the cars to make the hours go by faster.
When we arrived at the site, it was just like how my young mind hand imagined it. The clearing was wide and beautiful surrounded by trees, shrubs, and swaying grass. We had immediately set up the tents and started collecting logs for the campfire before the sun went down. There was a small stream not far away where we planned to do some fishing the next day. It was the perfect spot for the perfect weekend. That day we just rested and lay by the water, dipping our feet lazily, staring up at the darkening sky.
The stars I remember seemed super bright and closer than usual. We had gone to sleep early, resting up for the busy two days ahead. The next day we rose bright and early, ready to go hiking and later fishing for our lunch. At night the four of us used to sit around on logs with a flaming, hot camp fire in the middle, holding out our sticks covered in layers of gooey marshmallows. My friend’s dad told the best scary stories. The weekend went by as quickly as it had come. Summers have always been full of beautiful memories.
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