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Alright here goes
>"Anon, we're going to go camping!"
>weeks later, we're ready
>we've practised putting up tents and such
>this is going to be so awesome
>get in the car
>drive 300 miles to the seaside
>oh man oh man oh man oh man
>arrive at the campsite
>remember I'm in England and wild camping is is illegal
>alright, I'm a bit disappointed but we'll see
>try to set up the tent but nobody can
>eventually, after trying and trying it goes up
>beds won't inflate
>once again, after a while they go up
>seems alright
>go to the portable toliets (I was excited for the thought of shitting innawoods but the campsite had toliets and showers so I was disappointed.)
>there is shit EVERYWHERE
>wat
>go back to the tent and relax
>all of a sudden
>HURR
> down syndrome child runs into our tent and stands there wielding a tennis racket
>we're all visibly shook
>"Anon, you and your friend (wewent on holiday with a friend usually) should play tennis with him to occupy him."
>we have to play tennis
>don't forget, down syndrome children are pretty hard to tire out and usually really strong
>spend two hours watching a down syndrome kid smashing tennis balls all around the camp at full force
>we have to chase them
>it was exactly like the picture apart from we were outdoors and I wasn't a fat woman
The camping trip continued like this for the 3 days we were there. I slept like a baby but nobody else did so moods weren't exactly high, and we all went down to the pub every night so it was hardly the survival situation I'd hoped for.
