I remember growing up and going on camping trips every summer.  I would wait all year for this special time.  My father used to take us camping with his coworkers families every summer.  Even though at first we didn’t have any friends we built lasting friendships at camp.  My father was a very strict man, he made sure that everything was done before any fun could be had.  I remember going and being so eager to run and jump in the water but not allowed to till the car was unloaded and everything was set up.  My father never let us forget that this trip was for us.  We would spend what was hours on hours in the water.  I even learned to surf on these camping trips, though I am not good I still try to go once every so often.  Food was always great at these things the flavors  used to float to us in the ocean and we would come running in.  Almost as quickly as it started, it finished.  I will try to pass this tradition on with my children.  Camping was always great, coming home with sunburns and a total exhaustion was totally worth it.