Sometime last week I remember there was some talk about camping and I responded Eh....Camping. Maybe I should explain my disdain regarding it. When I was very young, back in the 60's, my family went camping every weekend. One time my father decided to camp at a different campgrounds, but forgot to tell my sister and I where we were. We got up that morning, ate breakfast and my sister and I went exploring. Short story.....We became lost. For over 12 hours. We were muddy, our legs all scratched up, cockleburr's tangled in our hair and hungry and scared. My sister thought the lake looked small and wanted to walk around it. It was 70 acres. We finally found a hwy and saw a house up the road. When went to the door and knocked and asked for help. The drunken lady turned us away and told us to go up the road to a campground. We were so tired and getting cold by the time we reached the driveway leading up to the campgrounds. It was dark and no street lights, but we figured we could find a camper to help us. As we were trudging up a hill we saw a figure heading our way. We were scared. As the figure got closer....DAD! It was our DAD. The whole campgrounds had been out looking for us. We got back to the camper. My mom cleaned us up and got the cockleburres out of our hair and scratches tended to. The next day we left. I've never been there again and neither has my sister. God was watching over us. We were pretty young. Anything could have happened to us. God is some kinda good!