When I was little, we visited my grandmother on Cape Cod every August. I have vivid memories of those trips, from soaking my entire body in a green pail at the end of every beach day to scarfing down double-stick popsicles before they melted, and begging every single day of our vacation to visit the waterslides and bumper cars. Some things never change. This week we’re in gorgeous Watch Hill, RI, and now I realize how clever my parents were with the sandy bucket/faux bath tub–I wish I had a big bucket to soak my toddler in at the end of a sand/sunscreen-filled day. Similar to my youth obsession with bumper cars, my niece and nephew beg each day to go on the most beautiful historic carousel (1876!). And today I smiled to myself as I observed their attempts to finish their homemade popsicles as they dripped in the heat.
Here’s to making new summer memories while also channeling old ones. Do you have any distinctive vacation memories? Please share!
Flying Horse Carousel, Watch Hill, Rhode Island