summer of 1995Side note: Yes, we are all girls.
Felicia just preferred a boy's haircut while wearing a t-shirt featuring Pocahontas and John Smith. Thanks Disney.
Meanwhile I am rocking a one-piece number with a built in belt and skirt.
We spent our days swimming, fishing, playing in our usual parks, mini-golfing, and eating Godfather's Pizza and DQ ice cream. At night we hauled the extra mattresses out of the closet and arranged them in the over-sized living room. All four of us slept on them together, after about an hour's worth of jumping back and forth.
We went every year, all the way up through high school.
One year we wanted to take friends. My mom was not signing on for a "vacation" with at least four extra kids. My dad was just crazy enough to agree.
And that is how our dad ended up spending a night by himself with nine girls.
What I remember most from the trip was that we made him drive us around while we listened to the Backstreet Boys. And he learned some words and sang along.
My dad's always been cool like that.
Fast forward a good decade or more.
My grandparents still own the same small one-bedroom house, although minus that green carpet.
And now I am the one with small children. And I would love for them to experience and enjoy the same wonderful things I did when I visited Okoboji as a kid.
Yesterday we decided to make a little of that happen.
We loaded our kids in our packed Honda Pilot (can't wait to see what our kids name it someday) and hit the same road my parents used to.
We picnicked at the same park we used to play at when I was a kid.
We swam and played in the sand at the same beach that we used to when I was a kid.
We drove around and noted what had changed - and what had stayed the same - since I was a kid.
The result was a day of smiles and laughs.
Lots of cookie bars and lemonade.
Plenty of sun and definitely a lot of sand.
Our three came home exhausted, already asking when they can go back again.