My parents and family forced a tiny little teepee on me at a very young age. I hated that teepee…it smelled worse than a dumpster in Florida in the middle of July. Too many family members owned a share of it, so it became quickly crowded over the generations.
They absolutely expected me to keep that little teepee and pass it on to my own children and hold to the traditions that they cherished. To not keep that one heirloom would make me…..gasp…..the black sheep of the family…
I left home at 18 and joined the Marine Corps. That teepee did not make the trip around the world with me. I traded it in for a much preferred view of the stars in the night sky. That was always my favorite way to camp anyway. ;)