CAMPING

My favourite memory of camping is when I was no older than 6 or 7 and my grandparents, brother and I had all settled in around a roaring campfire beside the ginormous motor home stuffed to the brim with marshmallows, graham crackers and chocolate.  Before the perfect marshmallow was made the perfect golden brown, my grandmother began explaining how not to react if your marshmallow caught on fire.  As my grandma was explaining that gently blowing on the flame would cause it to stop burning and that the worst thing we could do was whip around the stick to douse the flame, my grandfather did just that.  He began flinging his burning marshmallow around and before my grandmother could get him to stop, the still burning marshmallow slid rapidly off the end of the stick and flew haphazardly through the air and "SMACK" plastered itself to the side of a motor home across the RV park.  While the half melted, yet still on fire marshmallow stay stuck on a stranger's motor home the four of us just stood in astonishment.  After we picked our jaws up off the floor, my brother and I could barely hold our childish giggles in.  My grandfather told us to keep quiet and stay beside our campfire, ignoring the marshmallow on the side of the RV.  My grandmother obviously scolded her husband but not to harshly, because she found this situation absolutely hilarious.  After the whole flaming marshmallow fiasco my brother and I made sure never to fling around the marshmallow stick.  At least my brother and I understood the lesson my grandmother was trying to teach and we never disobeyed that rule.  I know that every camping trip I have taken with my grandparents was memorable, with the crackling fireplace and riding my bike as fast as i could through the RV park but I can say without a doubt that my favourite camping experience was this one, seeing as I can still remember it around 10 years later!  I couldn't imagine my childhood without camping in the enormous motor home my grandparents used to own or spending late nights by the fire with them.  Having these memories brings a warm feeling to my heart and a smile to my lips because I can still picture the flaming marshmallow flying through the air and splatting onto an RV across the park.