All I know is that the older my siblings and I get, the more we tend to remember different past events or remember different things that happen when we were growing up or at a family reunion. And sometimes, my uncles and aunts have shared with me stories that I know I don't remember.[FONT=Calibri, sans-serif] So, whether or not, they used their imagination, I would not know.[/FONT] My parents have now passed away and so, we are the ones left to pass on our family history and our family stories.
One of my uncles just recently shared with me about what my dad had told him happened on one of our family camping trips. I was just a child and somehow, I don't remember the situation that my uncle described to me, which he said my dad had told him, so many years ago.
According to my uncle, my dad told him about a situation that happened one night, when we had camped along the beach. My parents, being wise and knew how to recognize the high tide line, pitched our family tent well above the high tide line. In the middle of the night, my dad awoke to the shouting and yelling of the occupants in a tent near by. It had been pitched below the high tide line, and guess what, it was now high tide. My dad had to yell at them to watch their language and told them that were young children sleeping in his tent, and he didn't want his young children waking up to such 'expressive' language. Perhaps I never heard about this story because I was asleep. M dad never told me nor my siblings about how those college students were expressing themselves, as their tent was filling up in high tide with gentle ocean waves. Perhaps, my uncle thought I am now old enough to hear about this family camping trip story.
All I remember is the next morning, my dad pointing to their flatten and wet tent and telling us to stay away from the occupants of that tent, who were sleeping in their wet sleeping bags, behind their tent - but well above the high tide line. He told us what happened (but left out that he had yelled at them or that they were cursing) so that we would not have to learn this lesson the hard way. I also remember on that morning, my dad expressed no sympathy for these college kids. He figured if they had made it to college (as he never went to college) then they should be knowledgeable enough to know what a high tide line is and on which side to pitch their tent.
I had completely forgot about that morning on that camping trip until my uncle related this 'expressive' story. Knowing my dad, (he just recently passed away) I can imagine that (woken up in the middle of the night) he probably cursed at the college kids in order to get them to stop cursing. But he was a kind soul and probably didn't really want them to drown, so I imagine it was him who told them where they should take their sleeping bags (above the high tide line) so they could all get back to sleep.
