Childhood+memory

As I sat around staring at this flame in front of me, I could smell the aroma of burning marshmallows burning in the flames, the hot dogs cooking away, the taste of a soft gooey inside of a s'more I just bit into, as a stare at the stars over head.

My younger siblings and I laughing and yelling at one another, listening to the sounds of the crickets and other creatures. My pappy and gram adding more wood to the fire or simply making more s'mores.

I could feel the warm hugs from my gram as we came in for bed, after a long night all nice and cozy tucked in for a nights rest. Dreaming of many nights to come where this would happen again, sitting by a fire and roasting marshmallows.