It was our first plus last camping experience.

I kept telling my fiance that I wasn’t an outdoors person, although 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 prefer to go camping. My father used to pitch a tent in our backyard, plus all of us teenagers would sleep in there when the two 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 plus off while in the cool Spring plus fall nights. There was no a/c while in the summer, that would keep the humidity off my overheated skin. No. I couldn’t guess 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 a single night. If I wasn’t happy, he would bring myself and others new home in the afternoon, plus he would never bring up the subject again. I wasn’t cheerful with the idea, although I went with him anyway. Had he told myself and others the two of us were going to be glamping, I would not have argued as much. The glamper had heating plus a/c plus there was a big bed in the middle of the tent. I couldn’t think I was enjoying camping plus I still had Heating plus A/C to keep myself and others comfortable.


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