Growing up, my parents insisted that our family be tent campers when venturing into the out-of-doors, forcing me into a childhood of summer weekends spent trying to sleep on pointed sharp rocks and prickly pine cones, while our neighbors and friends snored contently in nearby campers and motor-homes.
Dad always called those people pansies, insisted we were better off for roughing it, and said in reality those ‘friends’ wished they were us. And Mom and I bought into it.
The County Journal - Washburn, Wisconsin
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