Yesterday, Bob and I went fishing. I’d wanted to do something special with him before he starts his summer term after the Fourth of July, and that had been his request.
It was a picture-perfect afternoon and evening, and we ended up at Grew’s Pond in Falmouth. Bob caught a number of fish and I caught a catfish, which we brought back afterwards to show his folks before releasing it in Santuit Pond. He’ll have some great stories for the people at school who gave him the fishing gear, which he selected as a reward for good performance.
Before getting ice cream at Skippy’s, we stopped at Family Foods for fried chicken and mashed potatoes with gravy. The extremely pleasant clerks said they’d been “bombed” with customers, typical, they said, of Fourth of July weekend.
Bob said it was the “best day ever”, and I’m very happy with that, of course, but it also got me to thinking about peak moments. What is it about summer that makes it the otherwordly season? And what makes a “best day ever” for a child?
We can plan expensive outings for them and shop carefully for the “perfect” gift at Christmas or birthdays, but thinking back, did any of these create an “all on a sunny afternoon” memory for you?