Our family begins our annual summer vacation today, a week long trip to the beach. The kids will especially enjoy it, what with the sand, ocean, fireworks, the amusement park and "grammy."
My family growing up did not have summer vacations, except for the time when I was three or four and we went to Illinois to see relatives. Our trips mostly existed of weekend journeys of about 50 miles to see grandparents.
We did, however, spend one long exotic weekend in New York City, where our hotel had bedbugs. It was a long time before my mom let my dad forget that.
During that excursion we also took a subway to Yankee Stadium to see my first Major League game. To me, that was far more adventurous and exciting that any beach trip. To, that was just about the greatest thing any kid could ever do.
We ate at a Horn and Hardart, and it was the first time I had ever heard someone speak a foreign language.
All very heady stuff for my family.
But is was mostly a very different time: Very simple, and time off from work and school mostly meant visiting cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents.
If that sounds like a Country Time Lemonade ad, well, that's not far off.
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