RougaFang

   It was a beautiful July night, July 14th as a matter of fact. I was out with my family in some woods in Nebraska. We were on vacation and my dad decided that we should go camping. I liked the outdoors, but not enough to sleep in it. Now that I look back… maybe I should have been nicer.   “Young lady,” I remember my dad shouting, “can you please be a little more open with the idea of sleeping under the stars? Look it’s a full moon tonight.”   “Why can’t we just stay in the hotel we passed on the highway?” I whined, “It’s scary out here and I think I just heard a wolf howl.” Lit