If someone were to ask me of my favorite experience while outdoors with my father, I would immediately respond “tent camping!” When my brother and I were younger, our parents were determined to help us experience the most out of our summer vacations and still spend time with them. Thus, instead of signing us up to join a summer camp, since they were both working individuals and time was back then a luxury, my parents decided to split their summer vacations in such way so as to increase our ability to vacate with them; even if that meant that we would have to spend more time first with the one and later with the other. My mother was the one that introduced us to all those amazing resorts and my father joined us during the last of the three weeks we had the opportunity to spend with her. Upon the completion of that last week that we were all together, my father drove us-literally drove us-to a number of places all over my home country, for an extra fifteen days. By the time I was fourteen, I had been given the opportunity to live outdoors, see a million different places and experience the unexpected. I remember now that when early in fall I returned to school, I was one of the few students delighted to write the first essay of the semester, titled “How did you spend your summer vacations?” I was extremely eloquent in describing my tent camping adventures and that made my teacher's eyebrows rise high pleasantly surprised.
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