Some of my most vivid childhood memories are of our time together as a family in Ocean City, New Jersey. I don't remember how often we went or if there were any actual traditions that we habitually honored, but it hardly matters now. The images in my mind are vivid, and they are as dear to me as the stories themselves.
- The way the sand and sky looked as my father threw me up into the air, over and over again.
- Digging for sand crabs with my cousins by the shore.
- Watching my mother push the stroller back and forth with one hand while playing Pac Man in the boardwalk arcade with the other.
- The wind at the top of the giant slide and the flutter in my stomach as you fly all the way down.
- The warmth of the late afternoon sun as we made mud pies.
- The feel of the sand heavy on my arms and legs as we took turns burying each other in the sand.
- My father painting little scenes on the inside of a clam shell after we came in for the night.
- Feeding seagulls out of bags of old bread.
- The smell of the salt air as we crossed the bridge to go home.
What do you remember about your childhood summers? What tiny piece of that goodness can you bring into the memories you are creating for your kids? I'd love to hear your fondest memories in the comments below.