|This is my grandma's cottage which|
now sits abandoned.
We'd stay with her for a week to attend Bible School at her church. We'd go skating, swim at the beach, and make new friends. There was a certain freedom at my grandma's house near the lake. My brother and I took paddle boats out onto the lake, went fishing by the pier, and wandered the streets barefoot stepping on tar bubbles rising above the street from the heat. When I think back to things we did as small children I'm pretty amazed my mom didn't have a near heart attack. Maybe she just didn't know.
Of course, one of the best parts of going to the lake rested two streets from my grandma's small cottage. When we would go to visit, our parents would hand us each a quarter and send us off. My brother and I would race down the street and around the corner. We'd quickly step up the long cement walk and open the door to a seven year old's paradise.
My brother and I would pace around the store forever making our selections. After great deliberation we'd take our quarter to the counter to pay and then dash outside to enjoy our treat. Looking back now I'm grateful for those times when life was simple. When exploring just came naturally. When holding a quarter for candy in the palm of your seven year old hand held enough happiness to last a lifetime.