Yellow Tent I remember when I was young, probably around 12 years old; my parents would help my two younger brothers and I set up a small tent in our backyard. I remember the excitement of anticipating going outside as a family, preparing for the evening events and working together so we could have fun. As dad and I would start setting up the tent, he become frustrated trying to figure out which poles should be paired together. Once we finally matched up the poles, we would stand up the tent. It was a wonderful tent, bright yellow with two screened windows on each side. One of the windows had a small tear in the netting so mosquitoes became our unwelcomed guests. I tried using gray duct tape to repair the rip, but somehow the mosquitoes still managed to get in. Following the tent set up, my brothers and I would drag our sleeping bags and pillows outside and assemble our beds in the tent. We always argued about who would sleep in the middle. However, since I was the oldest, I usually won the prime spot. It seemed to take forever for darkness to fall. We would impatiently watch the yellow and orange colors of the sun blend together. As they dropped slowly down into the horizon, It seemed to sit on the tips of the trees for hours, before dropping from sight. When the sun was just skimming the ground and it was beginning to look like dusk outside, my brothers and I were ready to start our night. Our parents would assemble a campfire and let us roast marshmallows and make s’ mores. The family would circle the campfire for story time. My dad would always tell the scary stories and my mom would entertain with the funny ones. My brothers told stories that I considered to be senseless. I thought they either made everything up, or were repeating something they had seen on TV. My stories were always connected to cheerleading. To be an awesome cheerleader was a lifelong dream of mine. I would tell my parents how I imagined that I was in high school, being tossed into the air while and the crowd yelled for me. I wanted to have lots of girlfriends and hang out with them as a team. I dreamed of having fun at all the games, cheering on the football players. As the night progressed, my brothers and I would make our way into the yellow tent and snuggle into our sleeping bags. Our parents would give us a flashlight so we could see in the dark. After my parents would leave us to inside to bed, go inside to go to bed we would take turns reading books to each other. When it would be my brothers’ turn to read a short story, they would always pick the easiest ones like “Red fish, blue fish, one fish, two fish”, and I would still have to help them. I would pick a scary story to read to them, because I found it funny how they would react. While reading the story one of them would whisper, “Did you hear that?” as if they heard a bear in our backyard coming to eat them. This was the only time that my brothers and I would get along and not fight or argue. I can remember it being so quiet and peaceful, just the noise of crickets coming from the outside world and the shining of the porch light into one of the net windows from our little yellow tent. Once we would be done reading to each other and we were getting tired, Of course one of them would say they had to use the bathroom. And me being the oldest sister I would volunteer to walk them into the house, so nothing would jump out and scare them. While in the house waiting for them to finish using the bathroom, I would wait for them in my room, sitting on my bed. Eventually, I would get tired and end up falling asleep. So needless to say we never did make it through a whole night in that yellow tent. Now that I have grown up and have children of my own, I have passed down this same tradition to them. The only difference is, they don’t have a yellow tent. They share their time in a playhouse, but they go through the same things that my brothers and I went through. They argue about who is…
This camp was really wonderful but there are small changes that I would possibly
like to have changed. One of them being the distance between the tents and the areas for
sabha/eating. The distance as much as it was annoying wasn't an issue, but what was
actually an issue was the fact that many kids were discouraged from participating in
activities as a result. The distance it took from where the activities took place to the tents
made some kids not want make the trek back and forth…
not allowed at the primitive campgrounds. Only small,
pop-up tent trailers are allowed.
7 sites, each with fire pit, tent pad, picnic table, bear-proof storage locker. Vault
toilets. Sites # 1, 2, and 3 are a short walk from the parking lot and your gear will
have to be carried in. Located below the dam, right on Clear Creek; good
opportunities for catch-and-release fishing.
4 sites, each with fire pit, tent pad, picnic table, bear-proof storage locker. Vault…
Cirque du Freaks’
Task: You are coordinating an all-day outdoor “Wacky Olympics” offsite team-building event for 100 employees of a corporation, including ten track and field events, a catered luncheon under a tent, refreshments, hospitality areas for persons accompanying the attendees, and a means of displaying corporate branding images. (Page 92, # 2)
Figure 1Cirque du Freaks portrait. Courtesy of Coney Island Freak Show
Within yards of the fire and those gathering around it, though they might have been kilometers away to the frozen feet of all the cadets are the beginnings of small shelters that shall become the homes of the cadets for the weekend. Although nothing more than half a tent with branches covering the exposed sides, the durable fabric and foliage mixture are absolutely crucial for survival no matter how cold its occupants will be under its cover. The winter landscape…
They didn’t realise the rope had snapped… my climbing partner’s silhouette got smaller and smaller as gravity took its toll on me; I rummaged franticly in my pockets for my whistle. It wasn’t there. My mind played back to yesterday, in the tent with my partner, “all you have to do is whistle and I’ll come to you, buddy”, the words of truth just playing on my mind like an old record player, over and over again. The cool metal found my hand as I yanked it out from the layers of warmth; I blew…
in the Himalayas and need a tent. What do you have?’ The salesperson shows Charlie three tents, one of which is an ‘X’ tent. The salesperson is called away. Charlie chooses the ‘X’ tent and pays the cashier $750.
Charlie goes to the Himalayas and suffers frost bite because the ‘X’ tent has only been designed for use in mild climates. On his return, he hobbles into Rocks’ store and demands an explanation and compensation. The manager says:
Well, you selected the tent and what’s more the sign at…
necessary yet still will his men to fight in unlikely circumstances, of defeat. He is on a cart and in the centre of the crowd of men. The background is cloudy yet still sunny skies and large festival like tents. His army is said to be small yet looks quite large in the movie. The large tents and open battleground show that the men are more relaxed and prepared then in Braunghs Version. Olivier’s portrayal of the king is most relaxed and this creates an image of power and knowledge, the king seems…
family had been among the first clients of the newly established Ellicott Store, in nearby Ellicott’s Lower Mills, and during his leisure he continued to visit it frequently, purchasing small items he required, perusing the wealth of imported merchandise, occasionally purchasing an inexpensive book for his own small library. Most of all he enjoyed the opportunity to read newspapers from other cities that the store sold and that provided him with a link to the outer world.
It was just at this time…
Hollenbach knew it was all ballyhoo, just another one of Barnum's humbugs. He'd recently hired Barnum's disgruntled boss canvasman who'd told him the secret: Zip was actually a simple-minded Negro from New Jersey named Billy Jackson who was born with a small, pointy head that--once shaved but for a top knot--appeared vaguely simian. The fellow earned about fifty a week, most of which was sent to his mother. Hollenbach marveled at the ingenuity of the gaff: take a Negro with a funny-shaped head, stick a…
country should have a shelter over their heads, it should be the people who fought valiantly for
As this is not a black and white issue, there are various solutions in the world to the
problem of homelessness. One solution is to support tent cities. They are a viable temporary
solution that is cheap and selfaiding in many aspects. Another solution is the Global Marshall
Plan. This involves the 20 richest firstworld countries donating a portion of their GDP to end
homelessness around the world…