I have a young fellow that helps at the farm from time to time. One of his enjoyments is being a youth minister at his church and at the start of the summer he asked if he could take a few of the kids on an over night outing to my farm. The plan was to grill hot dogs under the pavilion, fish off my dock, and take a ride on Boomer. Most of these kids have never been on a farm, saw horses and ducks up close. They never camped out in a tent or anything remotely close.
We did it this past Friday night. They got here a little late but were able to pitch the tents before it got dark and we went down to the pavilion, started a fire in the fireplace, roasted hot dogs, and marshmallows, and I told them of all the ghosts, spirits, wolves, alligators, and other wild things that prowled the farm at night. I told them about the ghost of the little girl whose mother drove off the bridge and drowned in my section of the lake. ...... then I shut off the lights and went into the house to sleep (with a smile on my face!).
The next morning they were up before me at 6:00 and were down at the dock fishing already. We cooked eggs and sausage on the deck and let them fish some more before I took Boomer out for them to get a ride. Only a couple of them were brave enough to get up there including a young Downs Syndrome boy. It was a great weekend.