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30 Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT May 2nd What smell or sounds brings back great memories of your childhood? It's when I hear the waves and smell the scent lake water that the memories sweep over me and take me back to the summers of my youth. The summers spent renting Uncle Bill's cottage on the Canadian shore of Lake Erie. The cottage was just on the edge of Long Beach, where the shale rock lake shore ended and the white sand beaches began. The cottage, white with green trim sat above the beach, protected by a cement break wall. A set of cement stairs led the inhabitants from the tree-lined yard to the sand beach. Only one set of hand rails extended the length of the stairs, the other set had been ruined years before. We weren't allowed to swim right in front of the cottage. The shale rocks created a steep drop-off and when the waves were high, a strong undertow was created. More than one life was lost in the crashing waves during the hot summers. We were allowed to swim past the boat hoists. There the lake bed was pure sand. There could be an undertow but nothing like the undertow near the rock ledge. When you were out in the water you kept an eye on the big white cottage. If you drifted past that spot, you were headed towards the rocks. I was never allowed to go swimming by myself, I always had to wait for the adults. For some reason I always did. Thinking back on those summers years ago, I never went into the water without an adult with me. When I wasn't in the water, I was usually found playing in the sand, or combing the beach for shells, sea glass or dead crayfish claws. They were the real prize. Once I found a whole crayfish and placed it in my sand bucket. At the end of the day, I brought my treasures into the cottage. By the next morning, that dead crayfish stunk up the whole cottage, needless to say I had to return that prize to the beach! Within walking distance was a little convenience store, Concessi's, a mini-golf course, Big Al's golf, and an ice cream shop, D.J.'s. Every Sunday my brother and I would walk to the store to get my father the newspaper. We we buy ourselves candy and a soda as well. My favorites included Smarties (like Canadian M&Ms), Coffee Crunch bars, and black licorice strings. My family spent the summers of 1979 to 1989 at that cottage. That is where I go now, when I hear the sounds of the waves and smell the scent of the lake water. |
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