back in the day when i was small

Day 5!
My favorite childhood memories consist of me being outside. From the day I could start playing outside to about age 14, I lived outside. Literally. The only time I was ever inside was when I ate dinner and slept... other than that, I was outside. I was known in the neighborhood as something like "the welcomer" or "the babysitter rounder upper" When I read this challenge, many memories of me being outside came to mind. Jumping on the tramp, swimming in our kiddie pool, riding my bike or roller blades. Shooting baskets with my dad and baseball with the family. Then the deeper I thought into this, I thought about all the times we went camping. Almost every weekend in the summer (or so it seemed like every weekend when I little) we would pack up my dads red truck, the van or durango and drive up into the mountains to spend a peaceful time in the nature. Going on hikes, looking at stars, floating down the river in a raft and skipping rocks after lunch by the lake. For being the youngest of five girls, how grateful I am that my mom and dad took us out into the wild. How much I enjoy nature and being outside. Being down at college, I miss my yard a lot. Being able to just go outside and site on our camping chairs or our swing. I am so excited for the warm weather to get me out again!

--Story Time
I want to share one specific story to our camping journeys. There was; my father, mother and my four older sisters. We all took a trip to the rocky and dirt road to gaze up at the stars. With me being the littlest, I was getting restless and wanted to go get in my freezing cold sleeping bag and drift of in a deep sleep. My mother offered to take me up in the dark and our adventure began. We were walking up to our camp site when my mom flashed the light around it. I said, in my little Jalissa voice that I can still hear in my head,
"Wow Mom!! That sure is a BIG black and white chipmunk!"
My mother screamed under her breath as she quickly ran to get my dad. She left me there. I remember just standing there starring at this creature that was suppose to be smaller than me but wasn't. This creature who had red eyes because of the way the light hit it's eyes, then I turned to see my dad running up, coming to the rescue. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I remember the skunk did not spray his lovely spray. Luckily for my family, I wasn't so curious about the "chipmunk" and we were all able to rest peacefully that night, with the exception of my sweet sweet mother.