Monday, 23 January 2012

Monday likes to travel!

It's hard to believe we've made it through a full round of posting! We've each assigned a topic and now it's back around to me, and I have assigned "Favorite Childhood Memory." I have a ton of memories to choose from, but one definitely sticks out from the rest.

When I was a kid, my family traveled a lot. I was pretty smart, so through elementary school my parents didn't feel too bad about pulling me out of school as long as I got the homework beforehand or something. I have many wonderful memories from spending a couple weeks in the Northeast (visiting Boston to Maine) or the Smoky Mountains, or, even once, a week and a half in Puerto Rico. We have a huge tent, and we would set up camp somewhere centrally located to a bunch of stuff for a couple of days (and pack those days to bursting with sightseeing) and then move on to a new location.

Probably my favorite trip, though, was a plain old camping trip. We went just to get away for a week or so, and we didn't go far - just to the other side of the border in Canada on the lake. I don't remember too much about most of the trip, but one night we decided to go and watch the sunset on the lake because we'd heard it was spectacular. There were a bunch of people already on the viewing dock, but we squeezed in next to this old guy (who, looking back, probably wasn't all that old) with a pair of binoculars. The sun set, in a gorgeous blaze of color, but what really stuck with me is what happened after. Just as the sun slipped beyond the horizon a figure rose up, exactly where the sun set. It was an ethereal purple-pink column, and to the 9 or 10 year old I was, it looked exactly like a ghost ship. I excitedly begged the gentleman next to me to let me borrow his binoculars. The figure held up under closer inspection - it even seemed to glow softly. I'm sure the rest of the people on the observation deck were just humoring me, but they all agreed that it must be a ghost ship.

I spent the better part of the next school year trying to write the story of that ship for my creative writing assignments, and telling anyone who would listen that I had seen a ghost ship. I was SO PROUD that I'd seen something so unusual.

Eventually I gave up telling people about it. Nobody ever believed me anyway. But I have to say, it's still my fondest memory of childhood.

1 comment:

  1. Anne, that is such a cute memory! I believe that you saw a ghost ship, don't you worry :D


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