Aaron’s word of inspiration today is fire.
A lot of my childhood memories are around fires. I sued to go to summer camp and camping with my family a lot. Our church owned a lake side property (still does, but I’m no longer a member) and there would be at least 2-4 weeks every summer that my family would be there. Plus our own little camping adventures. I miss it now, but I’m no longer the “roughing it” type LOL maybe if I have my own children some day I will get back into it. But I’m already almost 34 and the idea of sleeping in a tent or on an air mattress is definitely not appealing. I’d go for a cabin. Yeah – cabin sleeping is the way to go!
We also had a wood-burning fireplace. For a little while, that is. When I was in kindergarten, my dad’s job transferred him and we bought this old farmhouse in the country and it had a working potbelly stove. It was amazing. We would have fires all winter long, Santa would leave soot footprints from the fireplace to the tree (my mother was not impressed since he had to walk from the family room through her dinning room and into the far corner of the living room) and when there was that massive storm in 1999, and the power was out for a few days, we had a room full of heat, a place to cook food, and a place to melt clean snow into water.
This one time I was a leader at a summer camp and our theme was survivor. One activity the kids had to do was to go through an obstacle course in the volleyball court, collect items to make a fire, and then start it. They had to find cotton balls covered in vaseline, some twigs, and flint/rock. It was a really cool lesson! Some teams had the vaseline on the cotton balls but others didn’t, and they compared how quickly each one started the fire. It was a great thing for kids to see.
I love just hanging out around a fire – it’s usually with great friends, and good conversation, and excellent roasted marshmallows. I can’t wait to be able to do it again once this whole pandemic thingy is done and over with LOL