My family has always loved going camping, but I hated going to bed at night smelling like the lake and the smoke of the campfire. I refused to use the onsite showers because you small curtains across each cubicle, but they were always a few inches too short on the width. Anyone coming into the shower house, could see your naked body, and I wasn’t someone who wanted to be seen. When my kids grew up, I no longer went camping with my husband. Without the kids, it just wasn’t fun anymore. I chose to stay home where I could take a shower without other people in the shower with me. Last month, my daughter wanted to take her daughter camping and asked me to go with them. When we got to the campground, all the old memories came flying back. We got out of the truck, and my granddaughter grabbed my arm. She told me she had something special to show me and took me to the portable restroom they had set up about five campsites down. She told me to come in with her. When we got inside, she held her arms out and yelled, ‘ta da’. What I thought was a portable restroom, was actually a portable shower container. She told me she could watch the door while I got my shower if I would watch the door while she got hers. Mommy would have to come alone, because she didn’t want me to left alone. With the portable shower container, I knew we were going to have fun.