There is nothing like sleeping under the stars and falling asleep to nature's lullaby. I grew up tent camping on islands on Lake Ouachita in Hot Springs, Arkansas. We would go every weekend and tent camp, and water ski.

My soon to be ex had never been camping until last spring, he decided he didn't like it when I had a friendly encounter with a rather large racoon. Rocky (that's my name for him) came up for a chat by the fire, I had to let Rocky know that he wasn't welcome at that time to come back and visit when other campers were there. My husband didn't think it was cute and wanted to go home then. Such a city boy.

The animals wouldn't bother me it would be insects that I am not fond of.