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ReplyDeleteOnce, when my two girls were young I woke them up on a summer morning, packed a picnic lunch and went up to Flowing Lake, a local swimming hole. The feeling of freedom from chores and responsiblity, and just spending time with my daughters was golden. And free.
ReplyDeleteI like sitting out on my porch with my cat on summer evenings. I read as he lays on the step and watches the birds fly by.
ReplyDeleteOne of our best family vacations was spent in a rental cabin at the YMCA in Estes Park, Colorado. We had amazing mountain views, plenty of activities to entertain us, and a roomy cabin to relax in. The best part was the way--deprived of all the normal diversions at home--we all congregated in the main room for meals and games and just hanging out.
ReplyDeleteWe only saw my grandparents once a year, during the summer. Packing up and heading to small town PA was an adventure. I'll never forget the hiking, drinking water from a spring and playing baseball with my relatives.
ReplyDeleteThe summer before I entered 6th grade, my parents threw me a 3-day camping birthday party extravaganza. It included: horseback riding, rope swinging in a barn, swimming, a creek walk, a hay ride, late-night ghost stories, laser tag, multiple campfire meals, and a volcano cake complete with dry ice lava. I pretty much haven’t bothered to have a birthday party since, because how could I top that?
ReplyDeleteHiking up a glacier in the Icelandic summer. We drank melt water in the sunshine once we reached the top.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite summer memory is from about five years ago, when my granddaughter was three. I was walking her home from summer preschool three days a week. Every walk involved stopping to pick dandelions for Mama; stopping to say hello to a little maple sapling; counting butterflies; and looking for caterpillers and lady bugs on the ivy growing on the wall near the house. She chattered about what we were doing, and asked questions of the why sort, and often stopped to watch the pattern of light and shadows a locust tree on the route threw on the sidewalk. One of the best summers ever.
ReplyDeletePlaying in the community pool with my friends and riding our bikes all around the neighborhood.
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