The first time I went camping I was 9 years old. We went up to Lake Pokegama in Minnesota and spent the weekend at my grandfather’s cabin. Though there was not a tent in sight, we spent all day outdoors in the fresh air, swimming, fishing, playing horseshoes and badminton. At night, we slept on the enclosed sleeping porch. There were no glass windows in the porch, just screens with large shutters to keep out the rain. The screens were so big, it was at if we were sleeping outside as we could hear all the sounds of the birds, lake, and mosquitoes but did not need to worry about any woodland creatures getting inside to nibble on our toes. I loved it at the lake and weekends at the lake is a very favorite childhood memory for me.