I wish I were a girl again,
camping beside the river Thames
basking in the sunshine’s warmth
toasting marshmallows
singing all those campfire songs
having fun with the boys in the kayaks –
racing, exploring, flirting, turning turtle.
Hell and damnation,
I’ll never camp again
too old, too tired.
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Two for the price of one today: for the Sunday Challenge at A prompt each day we were given the phrase “I wish” to start us off. That was a natural for me, given the words of Wordle 209 I spent a lot of my childhood running wild in on and beside the river Thames.
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But you could, you know, go camping again, even if you had to have an aide along, and a walker. Oh, I know, I know: It sounds like too much trouble. But then again… 😉
Whirling Tanka
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What lovely memories. You are never to old for camping according to my friend Keith – he went off with his little tent last weekend and he’ll be 70 next birthday! (I hope he doesn’t see this!)
Rosey Pinkerton’s blog
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it’s not the age, it’s the decrepitude!
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Loving memories … ah how wonderful it was! 🙂
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Love this!
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Oh, that sounds fun. We used to have a campfire at our lake cottage and make S’mores and hotdogs. Do you have hotdogs? One night my mom set the package of hotdogs on the bench that ringed the campfire and when she turned around our dog had eaten them all :).
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Dogs arel ike that. Well, we have the frankfurters, but eat them with salad!
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So much carefree fun, Viv…I could live in those descriptions!! Wonderful times. 🙂
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I suppose, in a way, we all wish for going back to childhood. 🙂
Leo @ I Rhyme Without Reason
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I envy those kinds of experiences. Great use of those words. 🙂
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You make camping sound so much fun when, really, I know it isn’t 😉
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Oh but it is – the freedom, the scents and sounds – mind you I’m talking about wild camping. I wouldn’t give you a thankyou for a campsite with all facilities and crowds.
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I prefer the scents and sounds of a 5 star hotel with a pillow menu and chocolate dipped strawberries on the bedside table when you get back after an evening out. I’ve spent too many occasions squelching across soggy fields in Wales and quaking in fear on the edge of a clifftop (also in Wales) while the wind tried to whip the tent off from around us.
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You win some you lose some. I’ve never stayed in a 5-star hotel, so that can go on my bucket list!
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From the reminiscing in the poem, I’d say you’re not a 5-star-hotel person, Viv.
Whirling Tanka
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Splendid fun!!
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Me too! Not old so much as compromised, I try not to wish too much, but there are times!
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Me too! Not so much the girl part as I wasn’t one but my free roaming childhood was great.
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