Every summer from the time I was about 8 through to my early teens
we would pack up the camper and the car on Friday night
and head out on the highway.
There was always a beach or a pool and friends ~ lots of friends.
We would ride our bikes and run through the woods
collecting things for a scavenger hunt
and getting fried clams or an ice cream cone as a treat.
Life was simple ~ after supper we washed the dishes in a pan
out at the picnic table and took off for the alders looking for the perfect stick.
A bonfire was a nightly occurrence and there would be guitars playing,
marshmallows roasting ~ happy campers for sure.
As I got older I wanted to bring a friend ~ and also got choosy
about which camp ground we wanted to go to.
Our favourite was the one with the drive-in theatre next to it
because Dad would take the car over and park it
just us kids all jammed into the car ~ watching movies and eating popcorn.
The adults would be back at the camp site and would take turns
every now and then and wander over to check on us.
These are days I remember so well and I think
I became a better person for not only having the time spent with my family,
but travelling around to different points,
making new friends and experiencing life.