Thursday, August 4, 2011
I have good memories of this place running free with my cousins. I remember happy hour. I remember begging for a Loonie so we could boat over to the store for candy after supper every night. I remember wanting to go swimming only to find that the Grinch (my Uncle Len) had stolen them and sent us on a wild scavenger hunt around the island to find them. I remember the smells. I remember the campfires on the point. I remember honking our horn as we arrived on the mainland and then waving frantically on the dock (in a pre -cellphone world) in hopes that someone would hear you and hop in the boat to pick you up. I remember seeing the huge cement boat going by in the distance and racing to get our bathing suits on to catch the giant waves that would soon follow. I remember swimming to the raft and playing in stormy waters in our life jackets. I remember falling asleep waterlogged and happy. I remember the cold rainy days spent playing games and reading inside.
There were a lot of sad and disappointing things about my childhood, but there were a lot of good things too. This place and these memories are most definitely one of those good things.
I choose to hold onto those.
go gently + be wonderful