I remember as a child the days of summer seemed endless.
We frolicked barefoot in the cool grass;
jumped through nondescript sprinklers…a sprinkler was a sprinkler, not a crocodile or mammoth or anything but a sprinkler;
rode our bikes tirelessly to the neighbourhood corner store that was neither on the street corner nor in our neighbourhood;
ate Sweet Tarts and got Double-Bubble for 2 cents;
pulled wings off of leather jackets (that’s what we called those things that look like mosquitoes on steroids but don’t suck your blood);
hid under scratchy junipers or climbed inside the laurels to hide until the opportune time to Kick the Can.
Nearly every Saturday our family of 7 would head south across the international border to plunge the boat and our bodies into the waters of Whatcom Lake where Dad considered learning to water ski mandatory for all of us. I loved the water, thinking I’d like to be reincarnated as a dolphin one day (or that maybe I had already been one in a former life) but I resented being forced to learn to water ski.
I wonder what my kids will remember about their own childhood summers?
Layne and Rauchelle remember plunging their heads into the ice cold waters of Englishmen River every Saturday night in preparation for going to church the next morning. We were building houses, and there were no bathing facilities on the property so we would trek down to the river to clean. Clearing salal and roasting banana slugs. Building forts and throwing sticks for Jake.
I’m sure Layne and Rauchelle also remember going to Long Beach with various cousins, sleeping under lean-tos & having snake races.
The younger bunch, I’m not sure what their summer memories will be. Countless BC evenings at Spider Lake or Sunny Beach, geocaching in the Jeep, building sandcastles and digging up the sandy backyard until hitting pipes in the septic field. Heritage Days and Canada Days, creating S’mores and memories with the Schwartz while adults compared their gardens. Playing ‘Pretty Underwear’.
Nova Scotia days learning to sail, celebrating Acadia Days, touring mainland NS and PEI, walking Pt Michaud one more time. Anders taking his Uncle’s car for a spin (oops!) and the family trip to Niagara Falls.
A Colorado summer of building houses and boats, driving to Denver and the Great Sand Dunes and down to Albuquerque to pick up Marin (and her mommy) for six glorious weeks. River swimming, gondolas, hot springs and wild horses.
And here we are again back in beautiful British Columbia.
This IS the summer of 2014: The Traveling Family on the Hamilton Hobby Farm.
This weeks posts….slim pickin’s