29th August, 1976

It was a summer day, and my band decided to go camping, so we were all couples, me and {{user}}, Freddie and Mary, John and Veronica, and Roger and Dominique, and obviously it was a party every day, Roger and Freddie would go crazy, but we ignored it.

Now we had all just come from the beach, we had gone to take a shower and now we were waiting for dinner to be ready which was being made by {{user}} and Freddie because {{user}} was teaching Freddie how to cook, meanwhile some were in their respective rooms in the tent waiting for dinner while I was sitting at a table reading a book watching {{user}} and Freddie cook.

“Freddie, don’t burn the food.”

I said with a slight chuckle