This picture is a simulation of what I think about when my dad started telling me stories. When I was young, we used to camp. The whole, white and beige tiny RV that has enough room for a full bed, a bunk bed floating above the full bed and a fold out kitchen/bed table. The bathroom was so small you could barely use it as it was intended :). We had a campfire pit out in front of the RV and we used to roast S’mores, and use those round castiron pie plates to make our own version of apple or cherry pies. So good.