I do not camp.
It is not because I am a princess or because I think I am better than that.
It is because I have had some hair-raising experiences camping that I do not wish to repeat.
For one, Camping =wet.
The last time I camped, my suitcase was floating in the tent.
Literally, it was floating.
It seems that nature does not wish to be kind to me when I sleep outdoors in it.
I have had a tree fall in front of my car, a giant spider taking up residence in my sleeping bag, and an attempted murderer prowling the campground.
Camping is just not my cup of tea.
Do not get me wrong, I enjoy bonfires, smores, and playing cards by lantern light.
I love to cook over the open fire and eat mouth-watering bacon for breakfast.
So there are some great things about camping, however, no matter where I set up my sleeping bag, there is always a stray rock that ends up in my back.
I also think bug bites and hot tents are unappealing.
Finally, I like air conditioning, running water, and showers that do not have spider webs in them.
I like room service and movie channels.
I guess I am kind of a princess.
I just do not like to camp.
Submitted for 20 Lines a Day Weekly Challenge: Camping
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