When I was a kid, we didn’t have air conditioning in our house so my Mom always cooked outside. Before sometime in junior high when we got a propane grill, she cooked on an open fire. My brother and I would hunt through the yard to find sticks that had fallen from trees and we’d make a great fire in the wheel-well that was our fire ring. We visited my hometown last weekend and had a lot of fun making a fire in that fire pit again. We cooked s’mores and played a little in the fire. Isaac and Abigail haven’t been around many campfires so throwing sticks and grass into the fire was a ton of fun! My Dad, uncle and I sat around it until past dark just chatting and having a good time.

Emily, my Mom and aunt were light-weights and headed inside with the kids when the mosquitoes got to be too much. I haven’t smelled like campfire in a long time but it was great for childhood memories…and not so great for my allergies. Still, I missed it a lot and think that we will have to spend more time around campfires.

