-Franklin P. Jones
I spent part of every summer as a child camping. But then I married Scott. Scott had less than no interest in camping. Every time I suggested camping, he nixed the idea immediately. But this past Fourth of July (probably out of pity for me, as I was very depressed to be child-less on the Fourth), he decided we should go camping. After I got over the initial shock, we headed to the store, geared up, and headed out for what turned into a rather nice weekend in the woods.
It only took 17 years of knowing me to change his mind. Still, that time frame does ensure one thing - our kids have never spent a single night in a tent. That should change this upcoming weekend when we head out for a camping trip, but the kids are anxious to try out our new camping equipment. So anxious, in fact, that when their cousins came over last night for a sleepover, they talked me into putting up the tent. In the living room.
So they still need to practice sleeping outside, but they have in fact conquered the sleeping in a tent bit. Well. Sort of. They didn't actually sleep until after 2AM. But it was a sleepover, after all!
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