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 Posted: Mon May 30, 2016 12:46 pm
I love sharing fun, interesting, funny, and any other type of memories.
In other words share your stories of summer or make up a story just for fun.
Let's have fun.
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Posted: Fri Jul 01, 2016 12:34 pm
I was just remembering when I went to spend the weekend with the family of one of my friends. Her family is very numerous so it was a very large group of people. I did it for three summers and it was awesome! One of the summer we celebrated one of her aunts and her father's birthdays. After we sang Happy Birthday we chased her dad with frosting all over the pool area!!! We all ended up covered in frosting! It was really fun. Actually FB with the "On this Day" feature have been showing the pictures of those days. heart
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 9:00 pm
That is a nice memory. biggrin
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Posted: Mon Jul 04, 2016 10:43 am
I remember sitting under the japanese maple tree with my sister Dee blowing bubbles
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2016 9:49 am
I remember the summer that I lived across the street from the public pool. I got a season pass and I went swimming a LOT. I also got sunburned a LOT, Let me tell you second degree sunburn is no joke, but it was still a LOT of fun too. Now that pool is a parking LOT for an ALDI store. Memories...
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 6:20 am
ThisAintMe I remember the summer that I lived across the street from the public pool. I got a season pass and I went swimming a LOT. I also got sunburned a LOT, Let me tell you second degree sunburn is no joke, but it was still a LOT of fun too. Now that pool is a parking LOT for an ALDI store. Memories... omg! that is so cool, you see my brother and I used to go swimming everyday all summer! in that time, we had badges we paid for, had sewn on to our swim suits! had a blast! this is when we where 8 and 6 years old! lol one time, now doN,t laugh ok!!! my brother was a daredevil! he loves diving off the high diving board, and he so reminds me of this each time! I tried ok, but was scared stiff! had really long hair, like down to my butt, well once I dives, I was floating, scared here! and my hair was like flaoting on top of the water, that's all you saw! lol this was in MOntreal! =)
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 9:42 am
 From about the age of 9 until around the end of high school, I used to go to Mobile with my grandpa every summer to visit family. I always felt so fancy because we'd go to the local grocery store and I was allowed to choose my own cereal AND get a salad from the salad bar. We'd always stop at the payphone when we got into town and collect call my grandma and my mom to let them know we were there.
One of our traditional activities was going to Dauphin Island. We'd eat corn nuts and go exploring. The island has a wooded area that basically grew up around huge piles of oyster shells. Apparently, long ago the indigenous peoples of the area used it as their dumping ground after they ate their oysters. Most of the shells have disintegrated into dirt, but you can still see some of them. There are HUGE oak trees everywhere. Lots of mosquitoes, but it's really pretty. There's also Fort Gaines, which was an important site during the Civil War, and one of the island's shores is on the Gulf of Mexico, where you can do a little bit of swimming/wading.
My great-grandmother had a house there that my grandparents inherited when she died, and we used to go stay in that house. It was in bad disrepair, and my grandpa and cousin had been working on remodeling it for years but never got it finished. There was one single window AC unit in one of the bedrooms, and the other rooms just got window fans. xd There was one old TV in there that I'd hook up a VCR and Super Nintendo to, and that was my entertainment when we were at the house (that, or whatever shows we could get with the rabbit ears). It was like camping, and it was wonderful. The backyard basically had a swamp right behind it, and sometimes we'd go exploring in the swamp with a machete, or shoot paper targets with a BB gun.
My great-grandmother had a friend who lived down the street, and that friend was still alive for a while after I started going to visit. She lived on Dog River and had a dock in her backyard, and she'd let us fish all we wanted for free. There were also a lot of beautiful old cemeteries and historic church buildings around the city that we'd go look at. And we spent a lot of time visiting with our family in the area.
It's bittersweet to think of all this now that my grandpa is gone, but they are wonderful memories despite the sense of sadness.
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 10:34 am
Daffodil the Destroyer One of our traditional activities was going to Dauphin Island.
OMG... When I lived in Louisiana we used to drive down there. I have not thought about that in *ages*. I guess no one I know up here has (probably) ever even heard of it. whee Thanks for sharing!
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 10:58 am
I think the best time about summer, was going camping, and having a pig roast, up in British Columbia, I was 18 was my first^^ we'd sit around the fire tell stories, drink some beer! come to think about it, was mostly family and friends of family, was fun!
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 11:36 am
I can think of many many good summer memories. My mother used to send me away for a good deal of time over summer, some years to an 8-week sleep-away camp, some years to live with my aunt, some years with one or the other set of my grandparents. My mother and I were water and oil, so to speak, and I so looked forward those extended times away and really made the most of them. Sleep-away camp was probably my favourite, tho. It was in the hills of central Texas, very temperate, lovely scenery, lots of kids all about having fun. We had horseback riding, swimming in the river and creeks, day hiking and overnight camp-outs, a very cool snake house where we learned all about them and there were many different specimens to hold, feed and whatnot, plus other typical camp activities. We used to catch the wild armadillos and roll them down the hill when they balled up. (I know, not nice, but to young kids...and it was a very mild grade hill we used) The camp was lots of fun!!
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 1:08 pm
Lycanthropos Daffodil the Destroyer One of our traditional activities was going to Dauphin Island.
OMG... When I lived in Louisiana we used to drive down there. I have not thought about that in *ages*. I guess no one I know up here has (probably) ever even heard of it. whee Thanks for sharing!
I'm kinda excited that someone else knows about it too! whee Did you ever go to the shell mounds? I know there were a lot of resort/yacht type places on the island that attracted a lot of visitors, and a campground, but we never went to those places. My parents took me for a vacation to Mobile one year to do the more touristy kind of stuff that I didn't usually do with my grandpa, and we rode the auto ferry to Gulf Shores that one time, but we didn't do anything at Gulf Shores; we just stayed in the car and drove the long way back to Mobile. rolleyes
One time when I was probably 9 or 10, I realized I'd absentmindedly picked a couple of sea oats down on the beach at Dauphin Island, and for the next several days I was afraid the police were going to come and take me away. rofl
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2016 2:00 pm
There's something I definitely remember... When I was really small( like in kindergarten), during the summertime my family and I would throw water balloons at each other in the front yard. Anyhow my brother disappeared around the back of the house, so I went after him with a water balloon, and here's what happened..........
My mom/dad: Don't do it you'll get wet
Me: I won't get wet
*Five seconds later*
Me: AHHH! I'M WET I'M WET
My older brother had gotten me with the hose emotion_facepalm
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2016 8:25 pm
I would get to go to 4-H camp for one week.
As I got older I learned that if I sold enough candy @$1.00 a box I could win a free week or two at camp. Boy did I move that candy. lol
I loved going to Dorothy P Flint 4-H camp.
I took pony care & horsemanship ,swimming, wood working and so many other things
When I was a teenager I got to take an agriculture course and spend half the day learning about the care of animals and crops. We picked vegetables that we sent to the camp kitchens. It was a good feeling being at camp.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2016 1:27 pm
I lived in Louisiana too. (Then, not now...but we still go back to visit.) Most summers I went to stay with my grandparents, on their farm. It was huge, several acres at least. They had ponies and donkey named Jack and, if you walked about a mile into the back 40 (which I did often) there was a pond to fish in and you came to my Uncles ranch, which was several more acres to wander around on. He had a pond too, but you had to watch out for gators at that one. I found a baby one summer and went and fed it bread every day for weeks before any of the grown-ups found out what I was doing! Since it was kind of dangerous (the Mama gator could have been around) I got in trouble of course, but it was worth it. I still snuck out there and fed him some days all the way until he was grown. He knew me and would come right up the bank to greet me. He never once tried to hurt or bite me. His name was Mike.
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Posted: Mon Jul 25, 2016 10:36 am
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