Brings memories. We used to hang surplus tarps and my dad's poncho over the chain link fence in the summer. One on the ground with some blankets, and we were happy. This was 1960's Ohio summers. Chiggers, mosquitos, fireflies. Good times. Once in a while the neighbor's baby brother would insist on camping with us big (9-10 y/o) boys. He'd usually run home homesick about sunset.
Yep. The big kids always did the cool stuff.