My favourite camp memory started out as a regular house party.  Well, at least it was supposed to be.  It was rounding the end of the year and everyone was starting to get anxious about exams and summer.   My best friend and I came up with an idea of throwing a bit of a year-end celebration.  It quickly went from a house party to a field party then finally a camping trip just outside of the city.  The idea sounded incredibly fun at first, but that excited anticipation started to quickly fade with time.  Stress was at an all time high for everyone so no one seemed very committed to going.  Being me, I took this pretty personally, I felt like it wasn’t going to be very fun and everyone was going to be too busy to go.  I had this feeling of self-doubt about organizing the whole thing up until the last day of school.   Suddenly everyone was talking about going, talking about how fun it was going to be and asking about when to go up later that day.  In the end about 15 of us piled into cars with coolers full of food plus trunks full of tents and drove to a camp ground called lac des arcs.  It was a beautiful, warm sunny day and everything suddenly seemed so, right.  The girls sat sunbathing and talking while the guys went to set everything up (they insisted).  More and more people started to show up as the day went on, setting up a kind of tent village around a couple fire-pits.  Everyone was smiling, laughing and enjoying themselves as they did their own thing, from throwing around a football to having way too much fun trying to make a fire with a couple matches and bug spray.  When the sun finally set and everyone was there, we all sat around one of the fire-pits in the middle of our make shift homes.  There ended up being 30+ people that night, everyone sitting around the fire talking, laughing, roasting marshmallows or hotdogs.  There was country music playing out the back of someone’s truck, a few of us even singing along, the smell of bug spray and campfire in the air and everything else just right. Time somehow stopped that night, it was like no one was worried about anything that was happening back home, no one was starting drama or getting mad about something.  Everything just seemed to fit, like the fire, marshmallows, conversation, music, people and everything else were just pieces of a huge of puzzle. That was my favourite camping memory.