My sister and I grew up on all things camp – TV, film and even some music. We watched the funniest shows like Gilligan’s Island and Batman. It was hilarious getting animated, emulating an exaggerated karate chop through an imaginary smoke trail or holding Vick’s up to our eyes, so the vapor made us cry fake tears.
I am yearning for carefree, childhood trips with the family, watching monarch butterflies flitter around on the mountain hills. The current plot twist in our lives makes me ache for pure, unadulterated silly joy. Thanks, Covid-19.
It’s time for some birdsong and chill.
I Write Her 
Me and my lil brother used to do that Vicks trick LOL he is not little anymore neither me but the memories are still alive as if it was yesterday .. Nice post.
LikeLiked by 1 person
HA! So we weren’t the only ones! Glad you enjoyed the post. :)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Those were the days…❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, they certainly were! <3
LikeLike
Awesome write. Enjoyed reading it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wonderful, glad you liked it, Kritika! :)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very cool 😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
Glad you liked it, Walt! :)
LikeLiked by 1 person
😎
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sometimes even a bad thing does you some good.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes, it’s odd how that works sometimes.
LikeLiked by 1 person
A great argument for going hiking, OFF trail. Mask up and get a move on! Once you’re out there in that pic, mask your back with a backpack and take in Nature where Covid-19 is most likely not?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Absolutely!
LikeLiked by 1 person
A nostalgic story Susi
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah, younger days!! 😁
LikeLiked by 1 person
♥️
LikeLiked by 1 person
<3
LikeLiked by 1 person