To be a kid again

Remember making tents when you were little and sleeping in them to wake up the next morning to find it all fell down? Or, in my niece Brittany's case, having a rock fall on your head in the middle of the night, because that was the strongest thing she could find to hold up that one corner of the blanket.




Since we learned from Brittany, we knew not to use Jacobb's radio to hold up the corners. This was one steady tent that held up all night and FOREVER if we would let them.