Some of my favorite memories of being a child were of fishing and camping with my family. Summers at Pawtuckaway state park, the white mountains and in the back yard.
We always tent camped when I was with my parents and sister but my Gramps Gallup had a few campers over the years growing up and I remember these trips very well.

I’m actually lucky to even be here. Camping is dangerous believe it or not. Once I got lost in a state park camp ground while going to the bathroom. I couldn’t find my way back to the campsite. Luckily a park ranger found me and I was reunited with my family after about 10 mins of being lost.
