When my sisters and I were little girls our parents often took us camping. Money was tight for a while so for several years in a row our vacation destination was a little campground near Lake Ontario. Webster Park became our "home not so very far away from home." In those days parents weren't expected to keep their children in sight every minute and we spent hours on the campground playground.
When we got a little older we were allowed to play under the old pine tree woods that boarded the outer circle of campsites. One year some of the other kids showed us how to build little houses of sticks, pine cones, and dried needles from the forest floor. In no time at all I was hooked. Building one little hut was not enough. Instead we constructed entire villages.
Mom and Dad didn't take many photos back then so I count this particular picture a treasure. One visual reminder of a week one summer many years ago.
Priscilla also posted a camping memory. You can find it here (scillyspot.blogspot.com or on my sidebar), and if I can figure out how Mr.Linky works we can hook up for Monday Memories.
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