Essay on Childhood Memories of a Family Camping Trip

The smell of campfire smoke lingers in my nostrils. The breeze moves through the trees, creating a melody for all to hear. The bubbling sound of a brook can be heard far in the distance. Peace and tranquility settle upon my soul, and I feel that everything is right. Nature wraps its arms around me and I feel safe and comforted. I soon hear the sounds of childrens laughter and the whooshing of bicycles going by. I finally open my eyes and pull myself out of my sleeping bag. Goosebumps cover my flesh immediately, and I hurry to change into my jeans and sweatshirt. Once I am dressed in my camping attire, I decide to venture out to the cool, crisp mountain air. I take a deep breath and inhale the all-encompassing freshness of morning at†¦show more content†¦The sweet smells of hot chocolate and coffee fill the air. Everyone sits around the table and becomes immersed in their own conversations. As I sit at the table, I stare off to the west at the picturesque mountains surrounding me; the mountains that look like God hand-painted just for me. The blue of the mountains blend in perfectly with the green of the trees, and the sun gleaming across them creates a heavenly glow. This is truly a place covered in Gods fingerprints. I look back at the people surrounding me. I hear my grandpas laughter after my Uncle Rocky tells another of his crazy jokes. I see my grandmas content, peaceful smile. I look into my moms eyes and see enlightenment. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by the people I love most in a place that words cannot even come close to describing. This is my Venice, my Paris, the place I see in my dreams. The day passes in leisure and contentedness. The biggest concerns are the pesky flies and the occasional bike wreck. With a little lethal smell of bug spray, Neosporin and Band-Aids, even these concerns vanish. 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