Making smores makes me a happy camper. I love the classic family gathering around the bonfire, laughing about marshmallows getting set on fire and basking in the general warmth of things, in all its sticky goodness. I always feel like I'm in some sort of advertisement for some sort of camping gear. Even afterwords, the smell of campfire smoke still lingers. I love digging my nose into my sweater just to reminisce a bit. This is possibly one of the last times we're going to get the chance to do this, so I'm going to leave my clothes unwashed so I can keep smelling it...... Just kidding.
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