You will have built up for yourselves a wonderful store of memories which will not leave you as long as you live: memories of sun and wind, of the songs of birds, the patter of rain upon the leaves and the smell of the warm, wet earth: memories of white, dusty roads, clear streams and cool, shady places: perhaps, too, of dark clouds and great winds: but, most of all, you know that you will remember the sparks rising from your camp fire and the small circle of flickering light keeping the darkness at bay.
