As a kid I loved it when the family went camping. In them days you could chop down trees, drink home made beer and swim from rock to rock in rivers with leaping salmon - heaven (Boets-y-Coed, actually).
My Dad showed me how to tie a bowline (I was shit at it), but now oddly enough for the first time ever it comes to mind. That knot could save your life he said.
(He also taught me how to blow my nose cowboy style but you don't wanna know.)
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