Don't mind the lyrics

I was barely a teen, with dreams held high,

Set out for camping, a fevered cry.

My boots were big, my bag a mess—

But it was an adventure, nonetheless.

We hiked through heat; our maps gave up,

Ran off the route, thinking it was a setup.

Even then, I was proud of my blistered feet,

My tanned skin smelling like rotten meat.

We built a fire with flint and stone,

All gathered by the flames—yet alone.

The tent fell down more than twice;

We cooked chicken with curry and rice.

Each day we learned to track, to tie a knot,

And practiced the lessons we were taught.

We crafted memories that learned to stay—

Even in the wildernes, life finds its way.