Camping trip

A-Camping We Will Go

I'm going camping, yes sirree! I'm going camping, won't you come with me? First we'll pitch our tent on the ground, Then make a fire as we all gather round. I'm going camping, yes sirree! I'm going camping, won't you come with me? Next we'll cook on the open fire, Then till stories till we all get tired. When the stars are twinkling bright, We'll sleep in our tents 'til the morning light. I'm going camping, yes sirree! I'm going camping, won't you come with me? When we see the morning sun, We'll wake right up 'cause the day's begun. There's so much that we can do -- Fishing, swimming, hiking, too. I'm going camping, yes sirree! I'm going camping, won't you come with me?

You have nothing in this World more precious than your children.

You have nothing in this world more precious than your children. When you grow old, when your hair turns white and your body grows weary, when you are prone to sit in a rocker and meditate on the things of your life, nothing will be so important as the question of how your children have turned out. It will not be the money you have made. It will not be the cars you have owned. It will not be the large house in which you live. The searing question that will cross your m

ind again and again will be, How well have my children done? If the answer is that they have done very well, then your happiness will be complete. If they have done less than well, then no other satisfaction can compensate for your loss. Gordon B. Hinckley,