Campground

Town and Country The clock ticked very slowly like it was moving slow on purpose, as I sit unsteady in that uncomfortable seat, waiting for the sound of the dismissal bell. I was impatient, excited, and ready to run out of school as fast as possible. It was the weekend; Fridays were my favorite day of the week, not only was it a break from school for 3 days, but it also meant we were going to my second home, “Town and Country”, aka the campground. At the age of 7, I always had to walk home from school, so it made the anticipation of going to the campground double. I was finally home from school, run upstairs, and get my things together to go camping. I would a select few items of clothing, clothes I know I would be getting mud on. The car was packed and ready; too bad the ride out there was an hour long. Never would I sleep on those car rides, it was always fun to watch out the window, seeing all the barns and acres of crops. The best part of that drive for me was seeing the horses eating grass right by our exit, horses were my obsession. I would always know when we were close, I could close my eyes and say were we were just by the feeling of each bump or hill on the road. Once I felt the car drive over the rubble I knew we had made it.

A typical day at the campground would include the strong sent of campfire, looking at each camper to see who was camping that weekend and who wasn’t, and the creeping sent of fresh air. Finally we arrived at our site, now it’s time to put my belongings in the camper and go. I never wanted to do the hard work of getting the camper all set up, I just wanted to do my own thing and explore. I never acted like a girl while I was at the campground; all I ever wanted to do there was go frogging and catch turtles. Our campground had four lakes, two in the front, and two in the back. The back lakes were where I would go every time. It was so peaceful back there, no campers, never any people, it was all nature. For hours on end I