Back in the late 60s and early 70s, my family was all about camping. It was a little spot by the creek in Kelletville, the site of an old Civilian Conservation Corps camp from the 1930s. It still had the crumbling remnants of the meeting house on the property. Somehow as a preschooler I got the idea that this was the house where George Washington was born. Probably an idea planted in my head by my older brother and sister!