Last week, my boy Tom went to the camping trip with his friends.
But it was a bad experience.
After they put up their tent in the middle of a field, they used an open fire to cook a meal.
When it was getting dark, they began to tell stories and sang songs by the campfire.
They had a wonderful activity there and then, they felt very tired.
They quickly put out the fire before creeping into their tent.
But a few hours later it began to rain when those guys and my little boy were sleeping soundly in their sleeping bags.
At that time, if there was no one done that waking up to shout to these boys, of course they would not leap out of their sleeping bags.
Tom related that after hurrying outside, they could do nothing.
Because of it was raining heavily.
I laugh them many times.
But I have missed throughout a scene that a stream formed in the field, which wound its way across the field and flowed right under their tent!!