When I was a kid, Mom used to take us to this lake in Rhode Island.
[I do remember the name of said lake but I’m not going to mention it because I don’t want anyone to stalk me. I know, I have a ridiculous level of paranoia. I don’t even go there anymore… I don’t even live in RI anymore!]
My three sisters and I would pile into Mom’s station wagon, and she’d take us to this lake for the day a few times throughout the summer. [My poor dad was always working or on call. He came sometimes, though.] It never seemed to be unbearably crowded, but of course, this was many years ago. I remember swimming and burying my feet in the sand. I remember walking up to the arcade and the candy and food stands. I remember a very specific type of lollipop I would always get. I got one somewhere else recently. It wasn’t the same.
I often think of taking my kids to that lake, but it has changed too much. It would make me sad. And I don’t want that because remembering that place as it was makes me happy. I don’t want to ruin it.
p.s.— Those lollipops would be too sweet for me now. But I bet they’d taste different at the lake.
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Reminds me of taking my kids to see the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree because I loved it as a kid. They were bored and I felt none of the magic I did as a child.
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Times have changed as have many places I once loved. I have to stop myself from thinking about it sometimes because it’s so sad. I understand exactly what you mean–I have taken my kids to some places I loved as a child and they really didn’t care. Mostly I just want to go back in time…
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What a lovely memory. You’re right sometimes when we return to a place that holds special memories, it’s just not the same and can taint the memories
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It’s sad. Sometimes I wonder if my kids would enjoy it even if it was the same… because kids aren’t the same. They don’t enjoy simple things as much as I did when I was a kid.
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Lovely memories!! I used to eat so many of those candies! Love them!
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I wish the lake hadn’t changed at all!
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I feel the same about some of my childhood places/memories. It’s so sad when growing up changes the
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I remember getting those lollipops when my family would camp in the upper peninsula of Michigan. Thank you for sparking that happy memory! 🙂
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I’m glad it brought you happy thoughts!
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It really did, thank you! 🙂
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What a nice memory. We took car trips almost every year when I was growing up and I’ve always loved getting up early to bundle into the car and stop for breakfast after the sun came up. Life was simpler then and much more fun!
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We did that, too! Almost every year. I wish I could afford to take my kids on more little trips. But even if I had the money, things are so different today… kids are so different today… that I’m not even sure they’d enjoy it. Not like I did when I was young.
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I like those too. Like a giant sweet tart on a stick. 😃👍🏻
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Exactly. But not as good without being at the lake with sand stuck to my feet. Also not as good because I’m not 8 years old anymore.
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Funny how that works, isn’t it? 😃
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Such a nice memory! So much has changed. And doesn’t everything feel so much smaller than when you were a kid?
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Oh yes. If only I could go back to my childhood…
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Whew.. I hear that. I have an entire alternate timeline starting at my first day of kindergarten. I swear that’s when everything went wrong!
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That little girl, Gwen. She ruined my life at 5 years old. That bitch. I should have known. 😏
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Yep. For me it was a Linda. Grrr…
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I always remember those lollipops as being so much bigger, or was it the fact that our mouths were smaller?
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I totally know what you mean about places from your childhood growing up while you’re away. It’s terribly sad. I have long thought about trying to capture that bitter feeling in words, but I’m not sure any amount of words can do it effectively. Hang onto those memories.
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You’re right–it is impossible to capture those feelings in words. I know I have trouble describing my feelings about things like this… both the exact feelings back then and how it feels today.
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