Some of my earliest childhood memories include chilly, evening campfires with my family. My dad would build a fire and we'd lay our blankets/sleeping bags on the ground and nestle in. Mom would place hotdogs on our freshly made hotdog sticks, compliments of dad, and we'd hold them over the fire- or in my case, in the fire. I figured it would cook faster and who cares if half of my hotdog was covered in ash? Back then, I had no qualms getting my fingers sticky and gooey with roasted marshmallows or covering my face in ketchup with each bite of my ashy hotdog.
Fast forward 25+ years and you'll find us still enjoying our family campfires. You could say it's become a tradition- one that my father started and one that I'm so thankful for. It's a time for us to enjoy each others company and share countless stories that never seem to grow old. It's bonding. It's nostalgic. It's family. The weather is perfect right now- I feel a campfire coming on.
Here's a few photos of campfires past- sticky faces and all.
Kenji in one of dad's old sweatshirts- not sure what he's doing.
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They trusted me to spear my own marshmallows... awesome.
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What a sticky mess!
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOclczyq5T3GScOSayC_hDIzaFff19bVGRr3LH10wHCRKEAglZ1cbCBXWyo8ncVgPnSyjAEHgKQwI1TaP9XOtQZ02ABBAiVCLCmUdMQcV4uezsrXNKjMa78CNAYT8z29P1RpZ4JlG00bCg/s200/campfirefun2.jpg)
Fast forward 25+ years and you'll find us still enjoying our family campfires. You could say it's become a tradition- one that my father started and one that I'm so thankful for. It's a time for us to enjoy each others company and share countless stories that never seem to grow old. It's bonding. It's nostalgic. It's family. The weather is perfect right now- I feel a campfire coming on.
Here's a few photos of campfires past- sticky faces and all.
Kenji in one of dad's old sweatshirts- not sure what he's doing.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnU3GPFIsVsRNBZzFE5NmJN4dOptk3F575heGrfgmdSN7K0Ej11KQV8LWgR3kWyPwFDo_ydAZMgQRtkFJ4MG07Qns0fuEyvfNKb9pkgjiqUINi7arByRvlETeFDepScqf28FBn7hCeKu2q/s200/campfirefun1.jpg)
They trusted me to spear my own marshmallows... awesome.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhluSxGF05vwFDIBF20ESTj5uuNHjNPVqp93RyMo1MuN0VnPLPWNLaGf3GFpoOkHba1_7jNSR9iFfSoWZ35ntCVYTqlsub6nH6FKM_cxb5_qq9gBsOnmNl4FCmEDF7SZOCFgrJaTwimree2/s200/campfirefun3.jpg)
What a sticky mess!
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOclczyq5T3GScOSayC_hDIzaFff19bVGRr3LH10wHCRKEAglZ1cbCBXWyo8ncVgPnSyjAEHgKQwI1TaP9XOtQZ02ABBAiVCLCmUdMQcV4uezsrXNKjMa78CNAYT8z29P1RpZ4JlG00bCg/s200/campfirefun2.jpg)
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