Recollection of My Childhood Memories: A Nostalgic Camping Trip

Childhood memories never quickly disappear, and as many others do I hope for the life I've had as a child with a non-stress and loving family. Nostalgia will always be part of me because my childhood was just unforgettable and breathtaking overall.

First of all, my family loves travelling and camping. Camping was a big part of my childhood because we would go very often and it was quiet and peaceful. Camping was an adequate reason to reinvigorate an old tradition as well. Growing up, every summer included at least two weeks of camping, my family and I have camped in tents, and cabins in some of the most beautiful Provincial parks across Canada even some national parks in America. We towed our trailer to Pinery, Provincial Park this year for the whole week, and made me nostalgic of my childhood —simple living.

Secondly, it made me aware that life is much more complicated than when I was five. Was anyone going to warn me about these complications? Chaos is accumulative and manipulative, in the quest of immediate and utter stress relief, simplicity is often sacrificed. Activities to do will pile up, personal goals will become daunting, thoughts will become blurred, and great ideas will be written off to a distant future. That was my experience, at least. Simplicity provides the atmosphere for discussion and self-reflection like respecting yourself and appreciating the people around you. And yet I just remember all the times talking to my parents about how I wanted to grow up quickly and become older have a family dog around the campfire past my bedtime eating s’mores.

Thirdly, that particular camping trip slowed down life enough to encourage me to do a few things step-by-step.Talking about what was bothering me to my parents around the campfire like I did almost a decade ago changed my perspective on thoughts that I had cemented in my mind, it made me feel not like the black sheep of the family anymore and made me feel closer and bond with them just by telling all my feelings to my parents just like when I was younger, not closing all our emotions off from them.

Finally, time gave us the chance to do that. It was likely a big one on my list to settle the issue anyway. If not, it ought to have been. Without a clear understanding of my family (or any other important person in my life), I may not be able to deal with it for the rest of my life. Little things count up, but you can decompose big things. One discussion at a time. One foot ahead of the other. The end result is always going to be more intimidating than the steps required to get there. Break it down. Never wish to become older and waste time. Keep it simple.