Childhood Memory?

Well, seeing as I have yet to do the first blog post, I figure I'll get that one out of the way. Better late then never. Childhood memory, its an interesting task to recount just one memory from my childhood but since Tozzi said so I might as well put something down on this blog.

When I was younger, every summer my grandparents would give all of the parents in the family a week off from their pesky little brats, we'd all go up to their house in Vermont, spend the week camping out in tents and it became known as Camp O'Donnell (their last name is O'Donnell).

Now, their house sits on the top of a mountain where they own 70 some-odd acres of land, so camping out for a week was always a great time for us all, so many places to explore. My grandfather, who we call Papa, would load all of the supplies into his truck, drive it into the woods where we would all unpack the gear and start setting up camp. This included everything from pitching the tents to diggin out a hole for us to put wood into to make a fire. That was ususally all that we did on the first day, because this all took us few hours, so afterwards we'd get into our sleeping bags and call it a night.

The rest of the days we did so many fun things, from playing kick-the-can and sardines, to driving about 30min to go and play mini-golf, the drive there was always an adventure in and of itself trying to fit all seven grandkids plus two grandparents into one car. All of the meals were cooked over an open fire, and just about every night ended with us all huddled around the fire cooking marshmellows and making smores. I remember a few times when I woke up in the morning, Papa would ask me if I heard the bears last night, and every time he asked I would say no, because I never knew what bears sounded like, so he would make the sound, which would always sound just like an owl because he would try to scare me into thinking that bears were in abundance near his house, which they weren't (in my 17+ years of life, I have not seen a single sign of a bear near that house). All in all his plan worked, I was terrified and never walked anywhere at night or even when it was somewhat dark in fear that a bear would come along and eat me.

Anywho, my overall favorite memory of Camp O'Donnell was the lake. Now I'm not talking about some huge body of water, it is a modest size with a small dock on one side and in the middle there is an extremly small island that we call Turtle Island. The name of which I never really understood, but it is about a 1x1 foot island near the middle of the lake. Now depending on the amount of rain, sometimes the island would be under water which was awesome for the younger me because then I could stand on it and it from the shore it would look like I was standing on water. To get out to this island we woulod take the row boat that my grandparents had, and in the back there was this plug so that we could drain out all of the water. So naturally, my brother Connor, came up with the most fun thing that I had ever done at the time, and that was to take out the plug while we were on the lake, allowing the boat to fill up with water, and we would see how long we could keep it above the water
by scooping out the water that rapidly filled the boat. We never lasted very long, but it never stopped being fun. Then all that was left was to swim the boat back to shore, drain all of the water, and go back out there to do it all over again.  

So yeah, childhood memory accomplished. Hope you all enjoyed reading this... Peace out.
Also, I somewhat remember Tozzi saying I needed to add a photo to this post, and while I could have added in a beautiful picture of my grandparents house, but I couldn't find it so here is one of our very own LLP :)