Camping is one of my favorite childhood memories. My mind remembers the sounds, smells and feeling of warmth from the campfire. It was so calming, just sitting around the campfire with my family, listening to stories, mesmerized by the dancing flames of the fire at night. Memories of roasting marshmallows and the ooey gooey-ness of the center dripping onto the ground. The challenge was always to capture all of it and eat it without burning my fingers or tongue in the process. By the way, I don’t like my marshmallows burnt!

Check out this entry on my other blog. A poem about this very subject.

Poetry