Killbear Personal Narrative

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Every single summer, the last two weeks of August; my family and I would go camping at Killbear Provincial Park. First time I went, I was 10 month old. I couldn’t talk yet and was just learning to crawl, but that didn’t stop my family from ending the tradition. I pretty much grew up there, all my favorite nature experiences are from camping there. My parents first started going when they were just dating. One of their first dates was a day trip up to Killbear. They started out by staying in a tent. Once I was 8, we bought our first tent trailer because we were outgrowing the little tent. When I was 12, we bought a hardtop hybrid trailer because we outgrew the tent trailer. My parent would put SO much preparation into the trip. They had

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