Summertime

Earlier this summer, I asked for submissions of your favourite summer memories. Thank you to everyone who shared, I really enjoyed reading them. I randomly chose a name and the winner received an illustration based on the story they submitted.

Becca recounted her memories as a child and wrote about wanting to create new memories with her young family. Here is the illustration I created and her story:

"Summer time, and the living is easy. Fish are jumping and the cotton is high."

My Father sang this song to me as a lullaby when I was a little girl and now I sing it every night to my two little boys. For me the living has always been easiest in the summer. Born in July, I have forever been a lover of fireworks, picnics, swimming, hiking, canoeing, strawberries, watermelon sundresses, bare feet and everything else summer has to offer us. I spent most of my childhood summers in at Victoria beach, where my grandparents owned a cabin. I loved it there, I loved the beach and the rocks which I thought were unquestionably mine. I loved the small candy store where I could buy a treat for a penny (imagine that!). I loved the treats that they are still baking at the bakery there, what I wouldn't do for A dream cookie. I loved riding the "beach bikes" up and down the winding and hilly roads. I even have a few scars to remind me of some of those rides. I loved poking around the bush on the "kiddie trail" behind the cabin, always finding an interesting insect, fungus or leaf. I have countless fond memories of that place.
Unfortunately my grandparents could no longer care for the cabin and two years ago they sold it. I felt that along with the sale went much of my past and a piece of my heart.
Now I am working on building new memories with my children. We took our first tenting trip as a family two weeks ago. The boys explored sand dunes, ate smores, splashed in the lake, threw rocks in the water, made fires and stayed up way too late. I love being able to share some of my favourite things with them.
My favourite memory is hard to pin down. It is definitely either somewhere past the gates of Victoria beach, or lake side watching my boys and their Dad skipping stones.

 

Thanks again Becca for submitting your story!

I will likely have one more contest this summer, so watch for updates!