I'm going camping this upcoming weekend, so I stopped by my father's house to collect some of my camping gear from out of the basement. (I borrowed some of his stuff too.) I wondered aloud what had happened to the old "camp kitchen" that my father had made many years ago; I figured it had been discarded during some change of vehicles, as we'd owned a station wagon when it was made, and perhaps it didn't fit into a minvan.

Backing up a little, a "camp kitchen" is a box. The front folds down flat to provide a working surface, the top folds up to provide access, and the inside of the box is filled with shelves for plates, silverware, drinkware, cookware, utensils, paper towels, etc. The bigger the box, the more stuff can be put inside.

My father was surprised that I thought the old camp kitchen was gone, as it was right in front of me on the shelf as we were talking. Perhaps I'd overlooked it?

No, that wasn't it. I'd seen that box perfectly well, but it was obviously too small to be the old camp kitchen. The one I remembered was so big I couldn't get my arms around it! The box my father was pointing out was only a few cubic feet, I could carry it under one arm.

Reading this, perhaps you are chuckling in the same way my father was. I guess my memories of the box's size were formed when I was six years old or so, and never updated.

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