My dad used to take my brother and I camping, when we were young.
Kind of fun, sitting around the gas stove, cooking bacon and beans and pretending to be cowboys.
One time, we were having a kick about. It was hot, so we were just wearing our shorts (steady, nonces); I managed to fall down a ditch, and disappear into a particularly large nettle patch (maybe not so large, but size is relative), stinging pretty much all of me. First time I can remember ever going in to shock.
Not a bad holiday, though. There was a three legged cat, living on the site; turned out that a neighbour had taken umbrage to it shitting in his garden, so had caught it and chopped its leg off with a spade.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 9:12, 2 replies)

Me and my brother.

( The Awful Puppy Bakery is still bored, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 11:58, closed)

You've not written this is red ink,
so it doesn't count.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 30 Mar 2012, 12:33, closed)