Hi Micca
Another true story, sorry tent story not a sea story.

The family went to this Bluegrass festival in Mane, we liked going to those in our early days, you could take the kids take in the festival by day & then get to visit all the campsites & hear the different jams that carried on into the wee hours. Anyway Gabe, my son, about 10 yrs old at the time met some other kids & went off to play & was supposed to come back around twilight for supper. Now there were so many tents & to tell the truth Gabe's a bit oblivious to his surroundings. Not seeing us outside cooking he just bolted into the tent. Whoops! WRONG tent! He intrupted a couple in the middle of their jam session, they were jamming alright, no clothes on & he said they were on top of each other. Well he was in shock, he came running into our tent (no, we were not jamming too, thank God) & told us all about it we were trying our best not to laugh to loud (for the sake of the caught couple). We had to pack up our gear & move our site he was so embrassed & we felt so bad for him that we went along with moving without a bit of protest.
Anyway, return or retrieve the tent. See you soon

Barry