There is nothing worse than thinking that you could have a zillion bugs crawling around underneath you, and you wouldn't even know it. There is also nothing worse than hearing the short, high pitched screech of a black furious bat flying above your head. One could possibly experience both of these two things while camping out in the wilderness. My first experience camping was when I was 8 years old, with my favorite Grandfather Al. He really had me convinced that I was going to have the best time of my life on this camping trip. We would fish, swim, barbecue, hunt, and many more "fun things." Going camping is something that everyone needs to experience at least once in their life. This particular camping trip was one I will never forget.
The tent my grandfather brought along should have been thrown away decades before, but he insisted that it was a treasure he just couldn't bare to get rid of. As we started to put it up I noticed its peculiar green color. It only had one window, that of which the zipper had been broken. The floor to the tent was so thin that when you laid down you could feel every fracture in the earth below you. Hanging from the ceiling was a device that probably was once used to hang a lantern, but it was so frayed that not even a light bulb could hang steadily. The one last thing that sticks in my memory about that old shabby tent was the smell. To me, it smelt like an old dirty shirt that hadn't been washed in years. That smell stuck with me so much that even today I sometimes find myself wondering if I"m back in that old ragged tent.
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On the first day my grandfather decided to take me fishing. I had always liked fishing, or so I thought. We woke up before the sun had even risen, cooked a small .
breakfast of one egg and one piece of sausage, and we were off. Simply the walk itself to the nearest stream was enough to have me gasping for air. The stream was at least 10 miles from our campsite.