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When I was a child, my favorite thing about summertime was camping with my family. Every single day we went canoeing and swimming down the river. It was hot, and I remember my skin burning from the 3rd degree sunburn on my shoulders, back, and legs. When we got back to camp we would alwasy sit down and fix lunch, (or dinner, depending on what time we got back to camp).
For dinner, we always had something really good like steak cooked on a grill, or hamburgers and hotdogs; simple stuff. After dinner, all the kids would watch a movie, if somebody brought a camper, and all the adults would sit by the fire and have their own time. The worst camp experience I ever had was during Memorial Day about 6 or 7 years ago, a girl died at camp. She was very drunk when she came out there, uninvited, and she got into a fight with my uncle. Well she took a whole bunch of pills on top of all the alcohol she was drinking, and her heart exploded in her sleep. The tent was bloody, it smelled disgusting, and her body was ice cold. Everyone tried to wake her up not knowing she was dead but after a couple hours of no response, somebody went in there and found her. They called an ambulance immediatly and all of us kids had to stay in the camper that was brought out there. It was very horrifying. A lot of families that were camping packed up their stuff and left instantly when they found out what was going on. After that, no kids were allowed at camp until they were 16 years old. Thats been a family rule ever since that happened.