I remember going to the beach with a cousin when I was about 11 or 12. I couldn't wait - a week at Myrtle Beach with my favorite cousin! There was one catch though. It was camping. In a pop-up camper. At the beach. Camping in a pop-up camper at the beach is alot like living inside a gas grill. Except the smell is worse.
Not that I'm jealous or anything.....
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