Caught Peeping
Back when I was younger I always looked forward to summer. That meant camping practically every weekend, we were seasonal, which meant my dad had already pre-paid for the campsite from Memorial Day to Labor Day. It was the same every year since I was nine years old, so over the years I had a steady group of friends in which I hung out with. The campgrounds itself was huge, it wasn’t some rinky-dink place with a hundred or so campsites. It was far off the main road, in fact you had to take what...