OT - Throwback Thursday
Hey, STalkers! It's been a long while since I posted a Throwback Thursday, so away we go.
I was talking with SD28 last night and she mentioned that she and BD want to get a summer vacation with their boys before school starts. And I'm thinking, "School?? Already?!" But July is two-thirds of the way over and school starts in a few weeks. Time is flying. (Someone forgot to tell me I'm having too much fun...) We got to talking about trips when we were kids (oy, I'm feeling OLD!) and SD asked me what my favorite trip was. Hard to narrow it down to one.
I grew up in a big family: 5 kids, most of the time. 7 for the years we had two foster sisters. That's a lot of bodies! We did a lot of traveling and weekend trips every summer (big family reunions on Mom's side every year). When you have 7-9 bodies, staying in a hotel/motel can get a little pricey. So we camped. We stayed at KOA so many times, we should've gotten Frequent Camper Miles.
I LOVED camping! Picking out the site (when we could), pitching the tents (that musty smell never goes away), setting up the equipment, getting water from the pump, building the fire, eating at a picnic table that Mom covered with red-checked cloth, playing as hard as we could before we crashed for the night, going to sleep smelling of OFF and usually on top of the sleeping bags because it was too warm to crawl inside... Those were the days!
My oldest brother has always been a bit of an arrogant arse. One year, our campground was near a river. I'm 110% a water baby, so that was AWESOME. The river had some sandbars and we were having a blast playing on them. Most of them were like little beaches in the middle of the water, which we thought was really cool. Well, Ol' Arse was being his usual arrogant arse self and was striding along a particularly wide sandbar. When he reached the edge, he assumed it was like the others: gradually sloping into the river. NOPE. Ol' Arse took a step off of the sandbar and into the water.... and dropped like a rock into water that was over his head! The rest of us laughed so hard, we were lying/on our knees crying with laughter. Not Ol' Arse! He came shooting out of that water, sputtering, saw us laughing and said, "It's not funny!" and proceeded to stomp back to the campground. I can still see the water streaming down his red face. *lol*
What's one of your favorite Summer memories?