The summer when I was thirteen

With my best friend and her family,
Going on a week long trip up north,
Get to the camp site, throw ourselves out of the car,
Full of excitement to start,
Set up tents, get out the flashlights for later,
Hurry quick to get the tubes blown up,
Say we put on sun screen so we don’t get in trouble,
Strip down to our bathing suits,
Run as fast as we can to the river,
Float down the distance we were allowed about one million times,
Knocking each other off our tubes, big waves of water fly,
Lots of laughter, tons of fun, time goes quick,
The sky is getting dark, mosquitoes are biting our wet cold skin,
We are told to come back to have a bite to eat and go to sleep,
In the tent we whisper, trying not to wake the adults,
Telling scary stories and snacking on cooler ranch doritos,
Both get tired and soon rest our heads,
Flash lights off, we shortly fall asleep.