As a parent, all I have wanted to do is try and re-create a bit of that for my own kids. I am hoping we have. My parents retired down the Cape about 8 years ago, and every summer since, we have spent as much time down here as possible. They spend their day wading through the surf at the beach, building sand castles, finding shells, and making homes for all the hermit crabs they catch. Even if we never make it to the beach, they are happy exploring the small bit of woods, or running down "blueberry path". All in all, every moment is spent just being a kid. And in the summertime... what more could you ask for?
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Summer vacation never truly starts until we have our first trip down the Cape. Every summer when I was growing up, as soon as school ended, my mom and my aunts would pack up all us kids and head down to Marshfield, to my grandmother's house. It was one of only two houses down a dead end dirt road in the middle of a big salt water farm. Beyond the cornfields were the marshes, and beyond the marshes was the river. At low tide, you could wade across the river to the beach. We played hide and seek in the corn fields, climbed the old oak tree out back, and floated on the river in inner tubes. I can't imagine a more perfect childhood summer.