Summer Memory

Every year my family and I go out of camping trip, and every year I have an amazing time. All of us cousins get together just like old times, and reconnect. When we arrived at the camp site, I could already tell it was not my scene. This was the first of many red flags,but everyone else was happy so I decided to suck it up for this one weekend. The first thing we did was go to the man-made "lake". There was a trampoline, diving boards, and other miscellaneous things to frolic on in the water. For a while it was fun, and I even forgot I had to sleep on the ground later. But then, BAM! I get pushed off of the dock causing me to do the world's meanest belly flop into the painfully cold water. I was raging with anger, but when I rose to the surface all I could do was laugh. Of course I beat up my younger cousins later, but I wanted to enjoy the rest of my day without any arguments. Hiking in the woods was yet another terrible experience added to the list. Even if I enjoy the outdoors, I could not bring myself to enjoy the outdoors with my huge, agitated family. Everyone argued the whole time, my younger cousins cried, overall the experience was irritating. When day turned to night, and the mosquitoes somehow multiplied over a course of eight hours, we treated ourselves to s'mores. This was by far the best moment of the experience. My family and I laughed and rekindled old memories like they all just happened yesterday. And in that moment I realized I did not mind annoying cousins, bug bites, or even sleeping in an over crowded tent. Even though we have had some rough times, I would never grow tired of the love and memories that we share for anything in this world or the next.