So our family just made the annual trek back from the mountains and my kids had a blast! It got me thinking of all the times I went camping as a kid and how as a child in the mountains lying there in my trap of a sleeping bag, I really only thought about one thing: The axe murderer or Bigfoot or bear that would come slashing through my tent at any moment.
Now granted, my children are most likely too young to be concerned with such thoughts... but still. One has to wonder when they're all alone in the middle of a meadow with an old abandoned summer camp nearbye.
