My parents informed the herd that we would be going down to Manti, Utah to participate in Scandinavian days. (We were thrilled)
After loading up the trailer and a two hour drive we pulled into the camp ground.
There was a playground with a flock of children running around. I grabbed my camera and started to take pictures of my little siblings playing.
All of the sudden a little one came up to me.
LB (little boy): Can you help me get up on this tire?
I pushed him up onto this giant tire that was in the ground.
LB: Will you take a picture of me now?
Me: . . . . . uh. . . .
( I did not think that this kids' parents would want me taking a picture of their son.)
I snapped a picture anyway. . . swearing I would delete it later.
Then two other little kids came up to me asking if I could also take their pictures. I ignored them hoping they would forget.
LK (little kids): will you please take our pictures?
Me: . . . . uh. . . .
LB: Hey! Can I take a picture on your camera!?
Me: That is a great idea! Here I'll show you how to do it!
They then started to walk around talking pictures of the most random things. They also started fighting over who could take pictures.

These are the little munchkins that stole my camera.
Sadly after I got my camera back it wouldn't turn on. So I only got a couple of pics. from my phone

Little Miss Amber enjoying a hot dog.

My wonderful parents roasting marshmallows

Then our fire started to let off some really black nasty smoke. I think I am cursed. Sadly little children taking my camera was the most exciting thing that happened to me that weekend.