I'm marshmallowed out, so that's where I am right now. Probably I'll resurface for 3WW. Until then, think ghost stories, drunk parents, relentless hikes & lots of sugar..... Why didn't I earn a badge, not even a glow necklace? And I had a kick-ass scare story too. No fair.
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You could tell us your scary story...
A long time ago, a family went camping. The father went to build a fire and started throwing logs. The mother started to help, but thinking her baby was a log, accidently threw Baby Monda into the fire. The mother became delirious and ran from the camp site, never to be seen again. Baby Moaning Monda became a ghost and her anger is full of fire. Anytime someone throws a log onto the fire, or even sticks something into the fire, like marshmallows, she comes back to haunt that person's tent. You might also hear Moaning Monda's mother crying in the forrest trees, and her father still searches for them both. "Moaning Monda, Moaning Monda."
Is that sick or what? Don't ask me where it came from, there's a twisted gene in my head. I had my kids pretty scared and very happy the tent wasn't haunted the next day.
Wow. It is sick and twisted and I'm glad I wasn't a kid hearing it over a campfire :)
Oh surely we can give you some sort of blogger's camping award! :)
A camping award... yippee! And yes, even making up the story I was a voyeur to myself thinking I am most twisted.
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