Camping

              As the morning fog lifted I could finally see the camp site i have not been back to in five years. The river that I used to play in every summer with my sisters, rafting down to Canmore where we go to lunch. The camp fires that we have every night roasting the marshmallows eating the hot dogs drowned in ketchup. The stars reflected of the water, the sky where the only light was the stars and our camp fire. The next morning i would get up early so i would be able to go for a swim with my sister, the freezing water that would wake you up in a second. Now when i go in the water it is at night with just me and the stars staring at each other. The separation form everything that I see every day, being able to think out of the box. To be totally honest I have only gone camping about seven times and that it was nothing like I just described what I just described is what I would like my camping trips to be like. When I would go camping I would be at a camping sit filled with people and their families, it was always in Alberta always by Lethbridge. By Lethbridge there is barely any trees it is all farm lands and hills, all the camp sites are near the highway because I is easier for people to get to. Because they all were so close to the highway I could always hear the cars rushing back and forth, the lights from the cars shining as bright as possible. When I would sleep it would not be a peaceful one I would be tossing and turning because off the rocks under me and the feeling of being eaten by an animal. Camping is not my favorite activity but it is something to do in the summer.