I have been thinking about some of my childhood experiences lately that left a huge impact on me….
I remember spending most of my summer weekends on drives around the peninsula in my town with family and friends. We would spend hours talking, singing along with CD’s and the radio, eating ice cream, onion rings, or curly fries. We would have the occasional foot long hotdog, all from the same diner at the entrance of the peninsula. We saw the wildlife in the national park, we went fishing, we went swimming, hiking, and biking all over the park…. I would always love biking around the monument at the tip of the peninsula. I met a few of my best friends there. I got to know my brother-in-law much better on the playground there one summer.
I remember traveling to visit family in other towns, and spending a lot of time on mountains, hiking, camping, and exploring with my siblings and friends. We played airsoft in the forest at my friends’ family camp site several times. We would visit the lookouts and feel completely carefree. We would spend time talking and sharing meals around campfires. Those nights hold some of my fondest memories.
Reflecting on these experiences makes me miss those summers. The carefree summer weekends when we hung out outside all day, went to bed late, and got up the next day to do the same exact thing. The campfires that we all shared. The games we played, the hikes we took, and the trips we took. I had some of my happiest conversations with my best friend on the porch swing, in the back of their truck, riding through the mountain trails, and walking through the forest, loving every second of it. I had some of my best nights with my family around those campfires, camping for festival weekends, and traveling around the state to visit family and friends.
I miss those nights. Those places. The people who shared in them. The carefree life we lived.