When was the last time you went to a campfire/bonfire? Tell us about it.
One of the things that I miss the most about my childhood home were the bonfires that we used to have.
It was usually once or twice a year, we’d have a massive clean up of our property, and decide to have a bonfire. For a couple of weeks leading up to it, we’d slowly start to build the pile of rubbish. Higher and higher it would become each week from all the various bits and pieces.
All the sticks and broken branches found across the yard and the paddock, piles and piles of dead leaves and grass clippings that had all been dumped there to dry out; dad would add a whole heap of wooden off-cuts from all the timber he’d used in the shed.
Depending on the time of year, sometimes mum would invite some family friends over, and they’d have wine and a few different platters of meats and cheeses and fresh crusty bread… oh and of course there was always chocolate! Dark chocolate, and lots of it.
I remember the last few really big bonfires we had were also organised as part of a family reunion with some of mums siblings and their kids. It was always great having family come to visit. We’d sit up for hours around the bonfire just talking away about anything and everything. Granted, I was still a kid so didn’t really get involved in what the adults were talking about – I was just happy to sit there in the darkness by the warming glow of the giant fire in the backyard.
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