|As a kid I loved picnics. It was a chance|
to run free and no worries about getting
dirty because in this one instance, it was
alright with mom.
|Our small Methodist church had a lot|
of picnics, usually right after church. I thought
nothing of picnicking in my Sunday clothes. I'm the
tallest of the two kids.
|Hubby is reclining on the grass; all|
others are either immediate family or
|Odd that I despise picnics yet|
absolutely adore camping. To me
they are not on the same plane.
I thought that was a good thing. I still do.