For Fun Monday this week, we are supposed to be writing about our favorite childhood memory. This was surprisingly difficult for me, not because I have a difficult childhood, but quite the opposite. I have a lot of great memories from my early years, however none stick out as being heads and tails above the rest. I guess that means points for my parents.
I was able to pick out a particular place from my childhood that brought back may fond memories. When I was young we spent every summer up in Osoyoos. (I've alluded earlier to the adventures we had driving there.) We would take up the motor home and the boat and park it for two whole weeks at the same campsite in the same campground every summer. We made sure to go for the same two weeks every year as well, as did everyone we went with. After a few years of doing this we created ourselves a little community.
My memory comes from one summer in particular when I was 9 or 10. My dad took the girls (my sister, myself and our friends) out on the lake tubing. We had a great time and managed no injuries. Then my dad went back out with a couple of his friends. All the girls sat on the beach hoping to catch a glimpse of our dads tubing. What seemed like hours later, and was probably closer to 15 minutes we finally saw my dad's boat heading toward the beach for a fly-by. Instead of some old guy in the tube, Godzilla was behind the boat! My dad and his friends had found a 6 foot blow-up doll of Godzilla and strapped it to the tube. They pulled it behind the boat and went past all the beaches on the lake ( something like 15) eliciting screams from the water closest to the rope line, and giggles from the shore.
Yeah, my family knows how to have fun.
Oh, and by the way, you guys are so no fun! No one answers any of my interesting questions.