The power was out, and the family was bored out of their minds. Mom was grumbling about the food going bad in the fridge, Dad was trying to read a book by candlelight, and the kids were bouncing off the walls. Suddenly, Dad had an idea.
“Let’s go camping in the backyard!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
The family looked at him like he was crazy. Camping in the backyard? But as Dad began to gather up their camping gear, the kids started to get excited. They helped him set up the tent and the campfire, and soon they were roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories.
But as the night wore on, things started to get a little bit weird. The family’s dog, Woof, had gotten loose and was barking at something in the bushes. Mom kept hearing strange noises and convinced herself that there were raccoons trying to steal their food. And the kids were getting more and more hyper, fueled by the sugar from the s’mores.
Just when they thought they couldn’t take it anymore, a lightning bolt illuminated the sky, and they all jumped in fright. And that’s when they realized that they had set up the tent under a tree that was now swaying dangerously in the wind.
“Quick, everybody out of the tent!” Dad yelled, as they scrambled out into the rain.
As they huddled together under a tarp, soaking wet and shivering with cold, they all looked at each other and burst out laughing. They were a mess – covered in mud, s’mores, and who knows what else – but they were having the time of their lives.
And even though they knew they wouldn’t be going camping anytime soon, they all agreed that it had been an adventure they would never forget. After all, how many people can say they survived a night in the wilderness (okay, the backyard) with a hyper dog and a tree falling on their tent?