After a weekend of insect bites, rain, and mud, I'd have to say my camping trip was a success. My cousins and I had the best time together. We set up tents together, cooked, and discussed Hunger Games, Harry Potter, and Hunger Games again. (Yes, we're all fans.) I swear, we made about 100 HG/HP references the whole time. "Oh my gosh, is that...Peeta bread?!"
Cooking pizzas around the campfire where we went into long debates over which movie is better. Then, we pretended our smore sticks were wands and chanted Harry Potter incantations around the fire. Later that night, we played taboo until the Park Rangers came and told us to calm down. We all inherited the same competitive edge, so there was lots of screaming.
Representing with the letter "C" for our last name.
This is actually a very small "sample" of our family. There's actually 33 of us, but the rest couldn't make it. So it was just the six of us. It's so rare that we get a chance to hang out together, but when we do, we always have fun.
I love them.