Some people consider camping pulling up in a crowded campground with their huge rv with a king sized beds, tip outs, cable tv and internet hookups, and electricity.
Others might say camping is making a bed out of the leaves you find and resting their head on a rock.
I tend to lean toward the later, except that I like a tent and sleeping bag. Not too long ago (before the snow) we took our son camping for the first time. Living up in the mountains, I thought we would have already done that, but we just never really had the time. Anyway, we were planning our camping "trip" and our son asks:
"Are we going real camping?"
Why yes we are. We made a fire pit, gathered firewood, pitched an old tent, got out the sleeping bags, and told ghost stories while roasting marshmallows for the s'mores.
It was all great fun and our son loved it.
A couple weeks later, we were at Walmart and ran into a friend. Our son told his friend he went camping and his friend asked if he had an rv. Our son looked at him and shook his head and said:
"No way! We went REAL camping!"
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