As a child, my family spent many vacations camping. My father worked hard at the phone company and I know really looked forward to our vacations very much, wanting to pack as many fun activities into the journey as possible. My father loved to take long hikes with my younger brother, and did so during our family camping trips. One of the primary Cardinal rules of camping was – No Food in the Tent!!!! No exceptions! Well, one time I snuck a hersey bar into the tent, perhaps for a late night snack (I really don’t remember why I felt I had to do this). Anyway, later that night after everyone was sound asleep my father had a terrible leg cramp (probably caused from the increased exercise) and could not get out of his sleeping bag to walk off the cramp. I awoke to the sounds of my father calling out in pain, thrashing around in the tent – and thinking, in my sleepy haze, that a bear had gotten into the tent looking for food, I reached under my pillow and took the Hershey bar out and threw it towards the ‘bear’. The candy hit my mother in the head, my father eventually freed himself of the sleeping bag, surrounding campers came running to our site to make sure we were all okay (I think my accompanied screaming didn’t help matters much!). After everything calmed down, my mother and I realized that my younger sister and brother had slept through the entire ordeal! Camping never seemed the same after this experience, but it sure is a great story!