I was going to paint a picture of our summers buying KFC or spicy chicken wings and heading out to the beach and park, when we were kids, with dad. However, I wont. I was reminded of these times because today Rich and I went to the campground area of Disney's Fort Wilderness Resort and Campground (correct nomenclature is improtant) and had a tasty picnic right by the Seven Seas Lagoon. It was perfect; warm and breezy.

But what I also remembered when I stopped to think about those summers at the beach, eating mashed potatoes and gravy, and hogging the drumsticks, just dad, Mike and me, was how, even though this was almost a thrice weekly event, it still felt strange just having the three of us together. We were never that close with dad because he was not affectionate nor did he share his past experiences, meaning, after 25 years of having a dad I barely know two stories about his childhood or even young adulthood. In looking back it's sad but really that's what I know and to see anything different would be stranger.

My days of picnics, swinging on swings, walking the beach and running under the summer sun still influences me today. When it gets hot and I feel cooped up I yearn to go out, walk under the sun, (preferably by the water) and bring some kind of fattening lunch and when I do I feel carefree and young. I don't know about dad's memories from childhood but he's made many happy memories for us.


It's Friday tomorrow!! Have a good weekend.
Me.

p.s. was that a lame ending?