I remember going camping once.
I actually brought a pillow, but that was about the only thing that went right.
The team built a little stick house and set up a fire a bit away from it. We slept under the branches — at least until someone kicked a load-bearing stick and the whole thing collapsed.
After that, we moved and slept by the fire instead.
At some point during the chaos, I lost my pillow and had to rest my head on a rock.
It wasn’t comfortable, but honestly, it’s one of my favorite memories now.
— Ja(y)


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