There is nothing like falling asleep inside a cozy sleeping bag with the sound of a babbling stream in the background, and the smell of campfire still lingering on your clothes and in your hair. You know you’ll be awake far too early as the morning’s first light warns you to vacate the tent before it becomes an oven full of human pigs in blankets. Some of my fondest memories of growing up are from camping, and now that I’m a mother I long to share these experiences with my children. While I will definitely be roasting marshmallows to make s’mores, and telling stories around the fire at night with…