The City Slicker Who Was Allergic to the Great Outdoors
I've always been a city slicker. I love the hustle and bustle of the city, the bright lights and the endless possibilities. I'm not a fan of the great outdoors. I hate bugs, I hate dirt, and I hate the feeling of being exposed to the elements. So when my friends invited me on a camping trip, I was hesitant at first. But I didn't want to be the only one who didn't go, so I agreed. We drove for hours to get to the campsite. When we finally arrived, I was immediately overwhelmed by the smell of dirt and pine needles. I started to feel itchy all over. We set up our tents and started a campfire. I tried to enjoy the moment, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. After a while, I started to feel my eyes water. I rubbed them, but it didn't help. My nose started to itch, and then my throat. I sneezed and coughed. My friends looked at me in concern. "Are you okay?" one of them asked. I shook my head. "I don't know," I said. &qu