Come for a walk with me down Memory Lane!
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Thanks, Erica for hosting this. I enjoy walks down memeory lane.
I think I'm nine or ten years old here. I loved walking on the big fallen logs. I played in the woods and the creeks at this very primitive campground near the mountain.
There were only very old outhouses with four holes. I hated that more than anything especially in the dark when mom made us go use the restroom before we went to bed. Oooooh icky!
What a beautiful, green place this was. The creek was so cold it made any body part hurt that met with it's mountain chill. Oh so refreshing when it did get hot up there though.
Good times camping. My folks did a lot of hard work so we could go camping. A whole other story.