Camping For a Year with a Three Year Old

 I just thought of this, the many times I ran with my son as I see a bus slowly ride by my home now.  Photo by  Yelena Odintsova  from  Pexels The Bus Many times I ran on a bus Oh it was so free No one knew where I was going Just me, him, and the air The possibilities that were coming to me A new place  a new time New scenery  for me and my child. hope, it always did bring A new place to live A new store to shop at A new path of a plan to escape  New long roads to walk  Where we didn't know  where it would end Until it would come to face us again If I were on that bus Where would I go As it moves slowly by me now It gives me time to Think of another place And time Where would I be A different place than here A place with more freedom To move, outside of the confinements I"m in Perhaps a place where my mind could freely wander, be curious Wonder what might  be going on out there What might include me The excitement rises To these tho...

A time comes when we're in an emergency and have to use the toilet but there's no adult toilet there. INT. Night. Campsite Lori is twisting and turning her legs as she looks upon Jesse sleeping. She sticks her head out the tent. She jumps to night owls hoot and animal sounds. She looks to the bathroom. Lori: Oh gosh. She closes the tent door. The lock on the tent rattles as she quickly locks the tent closed. She goes and lays down. Sound: Thump. Lori jumps. She looks over to Jesse. He is still sleeping. Sound: Thump. Thump. Thump. Cans crash to the ground. Lori's eyes widen. She holds herself tight. The cooler crashes to the ground. Small steps sound on the picnic table. More rattling of objects being moved on the table occur. Lori turns up the radio and goes to sleep. INT. Night. Campsite Lori opens her eyes. Lori: groans Lori rubs her eyes. She peeks out the window of the tent. She sees nothing. She looks to Jesse sound asleep. She looks to the children's potty in the...

EXT. Day. Beach Campground Jesse and Lori walk toward the beach campground bathroom. Lori carries their towels and essentials. Jesse rides his three wheeler as you can hear the crunching of sand run under his plastic tires. Lori: We're going to take a shower. (humming) Jesse smiles as he speeds up on his three wheeler. Lori walks up the short wooden ramp as Jesse rides his three wheeler in. Mud passes in with his tires. Women in plastic caps, some wrapped in towels, look on in amazement and somewhat horror. A few step beside the mud tracks. Jesse rides into the biggest stall. Lori: Here's your stuff. Lori puts Jesse's items to wash and dry with down on the bench in the shower stall. She then proceeds to turn the water on adjusting it to warm. Lori: Ok buddy. You're all set. Jesse: Ok. Jesse puts his bike set in the corner. Lori walks into her shower and proceeds. You hear humming coming from Jesse's shower. INT. Day. Beach Campground Bathroom ...

EXT. Day. Campground Site Lori is pulling up the tent setting it up. Lori: Jesse want to help mom with the stakes for the tent? Jesse: Yeah Lori: Ok. Lori walks over to Jesse and hands him the hammer and takes a stake and puts it into the ground pulling the tent tighter. Lori: You take the hammer and this part of the stake till it goes into the ground. Don't put your hands near it. Jesse: Ok. Lori: I'd rather you miss than hit your hand. I want you to take your time. Jesse: Ok. Jesse swings the hammer to the top of the stake and it slides off. Lori looks and smiles. He does it again and moves the stake a bit. Lori: I don't want you to rush. We have plenty of time. Jesse: Ok. Jesse keeps hitting until the stake starts towards the ground more. Camping neighbors walks by. Neighbors: Oh look! (One woman with a hand to her mouth smiling.) Her husband smiles too. Lori looks over proudly to Jesse and then smiling back to them. EXT. Day. Campsite Jesse has almost 100 cars lines up ...

My little fella at three at one of the campgrounds in the first six months with his sunglasses on. He would help me hammer in the tent stakes. He loved it. My little man. My strong little three year old on his first ride on the flying fish in the amusement park at the beach -last added scene. (As you can see, the photos isn't in the best condition because we were running.)