Do you remember that time that you said that we would go camping together? I was so glad to finally go like all the other kids got to.That next day at school I boasted that my dad was taking me camping. My teacher was slightly concerned...
I told them like I told myself. I told them so that I would feel better. Feel something. Pretend.
So that weekend "we" went "camping".
I put up the tent myself. Tents were never your thing.
I collected wood and started the fire. You never were very good at that.
I cooked dinner, I told us a campfire story, I tucked us into bed.
I made sure that 'we' had the best camp out ever.
And that next morning I had to be the one to explain to my angry mother (your wife) and the cops where we had been all night. I don't know why she was crying. I had you to look after me.
We had the best camping trip ever. I just wish that you could have been there to enjoy it with me.
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