The average camper

One day, our family went outdoors and slept in a nylon dwelling, known as camping. On our first night, we had an unpleasant surprise: our tent was full of unknown (biting) insects. My head still itches.

Instead of getting a relief from bugs that morning, we realized that Yellow Jackets had discovered the leftovers of our s'mores from the night before. Since we were going to have an equally sweet cold cereal for breakfast, it was not a good thing. Poor baby Nora got stung twice. Later that day,we went to the beach and I, for one, eventually got battered underwater head over heels by the high tide. Afterwards, We received a well-deserved rest watching the newest studio ghibli film, Ponyo.

The next day, we moved from Cape Henlopen to Rehoboth, but not before taking a long hike in which my family never could really catch up to me unless I let them. We met up with some of our parent's friends at the beach, where the waves were so big you could only wet your feet. My parents made up for this with an ice cream.

Now we're home hoping that the small vampires that ate us that first night weren't fleas that we brought back with us. Good-bye, bugs, salt, sand and such. Don't come back.