Some of my greatest childhood memories are of sitting around the campfire. Every summer my grandmother would load up the RV and we would drive to Little Wall Lake blaring Willie Nelson all the way. This was a week long trip of camping. My grandma was defiantly a nature lover. She knew about survival and she was keen on sharing these ideas with myself and my cousin. Starting a fire was an adventure with my grandmother, well everything was an adventure with my grandmother.
First: We would clean out the fire pit. Some other campers usually had left it a mess. We made sure the stones were in a circular shape and that all the debris was removed.
Second: We would look for a big dead tree and cut it into logs.
Third: We would look for kindling. This is little dried branches and leaves.
We use to read excerpts from scary stories by Roald Dahl around the campfire.
“Now and again she would glance up at the clock, but without anxiety, merely to please herself with the thought that each minute gone by made it nearer the time when he would come. There was a slow smiling air about her, and about everything she did. The drop of a head as she bent over her sewing was curiously tranquil. Her skin -for this was her sixth month with child-had acquired a wonderful translucent quality, the mouth was soft, and the eyes, with their new placid look, seemed larger darker than before. When the clock said ten minutes to five, she began to listen, and a few moments later, punctually as always, she heard the tires on the gravel outside, and the car door slamming, the footsteps passing the window, the key turning in the lock. She laid aside her sewing, stood up, and went forward to kiss him as he came in.” From Lamb to Slaughter
What did you enjoy doing around the camp fire?