We just had an amazing day. There were roller-coasters, Ferris wheels, water-slides, tubing, and hours in a pool.
ET, our six-year old has been going full tilt since 7 AM, and has only stopped to eat. He has also been talking non-stop, giving us a play-by-play of every activity… even though we have been beside him for it all.
These are the dog days of summer and a great time to be a kid. The Husband and I have been letting the boys call the shots while on vacation. So far, we’ve been game for pretty much whatever they’ve thrown at us.
I remember this. I remember summer days that seemed to last forever. I remember long car rides beside my sister while we shared earphones and sang along to Bonnie Tyler and Chicago. I remember staying up until after dark and roasting marshmallows around a campfire. I remember being young and just having fun. I remember being young… but not being six.
Childhood memories become jumbled. My earliest are a mix of actual memories and recollections planted by stories and photographs. Do I really remember my earliest “memories”? Or do I just know of the events due to repetitions of, “Remember the time when…?”
Will ET remember today, or will he just remember that he had days like this as a child.
As a scientist, I would love to know if today is making a permanent mark on his hippocampus. As a parent, I don’t care… I’m just happy to know that we are giving our kids a great day which, when combined with all of the other great days over the years, will add up to memories of a wonderful childhood.
It’s after dinner and The Husband and I are starting to show signs of wear. The boys, however, are still going strong.
ET has just run over from the air-hockey table to give me a score update. He is beating his older brother 3-2. I am truly amazed by this and laud his prowess accordingly.
He happily takes my praise and says, “I’m doing great. I even scored one of the goals! CJ scored the other two on himself.”
Ahhh… the memories.
What is your earliest memory, and do you think it is a true memory?