Thinking back to the first time I went camping.
I was about 19 years old and had been dating this guy off and on since I was 15. It is important that you should know that when I was 18 he had asked me to marry him and I had said no. My parents had gotten married at 19 and were now divorced and I was afraid of giving in to love only to be left behind one day. Don invited me to go camping with him up at a KOA near the Sleeping Bear Sand Dunes. I had no clue about camping but said yes. He had all the necessary supplies (tent, sleeping bags, pillows, camp stove, Coleman lantern, and food). Since I was kind of useless he did everything. He set up the tent, cooked, and built us a fire at night. During the day we would go hiking and tubing down the river. At night we would sit by the fire and play cards. I never thought I would have fallen in love with camping and the outdoors as much as I did. Not to sound corny but I suddenly realized how much I loved this guy and I was willing to give some serious thought to having a future with him.