Maybe I have been to too many campfires and bonfires. The specialness of campfires has worn off a bit.
The last campfire that I went to was the time that I burnt all of my ex’s notes, cards and a few pictures. Whatever was in the scrapbook went into the fire. The scrapbook was donated to a friend.
It was a relief to be rid of all of that stuff.
I did not roast any marshmallows over the fire. I didn’t want to eat all of those icky relationship vibes. Plus we didn’t bring marshmallows. It could have been why I wasn’t so excited about the campfire. We’ve got to have marshmallows to make it special again.