Growing up I don't remember a lot of "family time" other than dinners. One thing I do remember though is that my parents always made a point of getting out to go camping at least once every year. Many years we were fortunate enough to go several times. Almost all of our trips were to various locations on the coast. It was often the highlight of my year and I looked forward to it sometimes even more than my own birthday.
I remember the hustle and bustle as my parents got things ready. My dad doing a look over of the trailers and the van that pulled them. My mom packing food and clothes. I also remember how cranky and frazzled they got. A feeling that I'm all too familiar with now. It bummed me out but didn't curb my excitement.
There was always such a sense of anticipation. What campground were we going to end up in? What spot were we going to pick? Would there be any kids to play with or would it just be me and my brother (which for the record I was almost always completely content with)? When could we finally get out of the car?! I don't ever remember being disappointed when we got there. It didn't really matter where we ended up. I was happy to be in a fun place away from the normalities of life with my parents and my baby bro.
Sometimes I miss those days. Simpler, easier days where I all had to worry about was staying out of the way as my parents prepared and doing what I was asked. Where my greatest concern was when could I get out, what did I get to go do, and who was there to do it with. But alas, getting older is not something you can opt out of and eventually you have to grow up too.
I am grateful that God has given us a wonderful gift like memory. Yes, it can cause great hurt in a person's life but what joy it can produce as well! My memories of my childhood are one the greatest treasures in my life. I think this is why there is, and I believe always will be, a special place in my heart reserved for the Oregon coast. For all the places I got to see and the things I experienced there as a child. The salty air, the sound of the crashing waves, even the playful wind. These are things I will always appreciate and be fond of. I am so grateful that my parents did things to create those memories for me. I hope to be able to do the same for my children.
