It was camping week and I couldn’t wait, sleeping under the stars, roasting marshmallows, and most importantly, spending time with my mom and sisters. It was something we did every summer since my fifth birthday. We grabbed the supplies out of the car; the logs the marshmallows the sticks, all essential. I started the fire and threw some logs into it to keep it going me and my sisters were beginning to roast the marshmallows when a squirrel jumped from a tree it was about to land in the fire but I caught it. And finally, we all fell asleep.