I kept telling my fiance that I wasn’t an outdoors person, but he didn’t think me.
He told myself and others I just hadn’t been with the right people that made camping enjoyable.
I scoffed as I walked away from him. I knew exactly what it was appreciate to go camping. My father used to pitch a tent in our backyard, and all of us adolescents would sleep in there when every one of us had BBQs. It was kind of fun when I knew my parents were out there with us. When they went into the house, I snuck in behind them. There was something about sleeping on the ground that gave myself and others the creeps. I knew all the bugs that crawled all over. I didn’t have the sound of the gas furnace turning on and off while I was in the cool Springtime and fall days. There was no air conditioning while I was in the summer, that would keep the humidity off my hot skin. No. I couldn’t think of anything that would make myself and others want to go camping, even if my fiance was there with me. He finally convinced myself and others to supply him just 1 night. If I wasn’t ecstatic, he would bring myself and others house in the morning, and he would never bring up the subject again. I wasn’t glad with the idea, but I went with him anyway. Had he told myself and others every one of us were going to be glamping, I would not have argued as much. The glamper had HVAC and there was a huge bed in the middle of the tent. I couldn’t think I was enjoying camping and I still had HVAC to keep myself and others comfortable.