1.) Write a limerick.
2.) Normal is...
3.) Describe a memorable camping experience.
4.) What's the best thing that has happened this week?
5.) Did you have a childhood hideout? Where? Describe it.
6.) Words that hurt me.
When I was a teenager we did a lot of camping. Around this time...my family became friends with a wilderness survival expert and I was forced to spend two nights in the woods in a shelter that we made out of sticks and I became violently ill from eating wild mushrooms. I believe that was our last camping experience because there were three of us(me, Bobbi and Mom) and one of him and we put our collective feet down. But that isn't my most memorable experience...OH NO....today I shall tell you about peeing in the woods.
In July 1980 something, my Dad came home from an Alaskan fishing trip a few days early and he had the wonderful idea that we should go camping in the Rocky Mountains. In true teenage fashion... I'm sure I threw a fit and I'm sure I sulked and pouted. During the night, I woke up and had to go 'potty'. We were in a camp ground but I had no intention of searching for the potty house in the pitch dark so I was going to just squat outside the tent. I got out of my sleeping bag and started to pull my sweat pants on when a wild animal screamed just outside of the tent. My heart stopped and I took my sweatpants off....since I had just pissed myself. My Dad, who apparently was awake...started laughing at me and asked if I needed to go to the bathroom. I informed him that I no longer needed to go thankyouverymuch.
After this...my Dad joked that my idea of roughing it was staying at a hotel that didn't have room service!