We didn’t go on “real” vacations when I was a kid. I mean, now that I’m an adult, I realize that a lot of people go to Florida or the Grand Canyon, or maybe even another country for “vacation.” But when I was eight, I didn’t know that people did that for vacation. Vacation to me meant bug spray, bikes, a hammock, a raft, a canoe, a 4 WD pickup truck, and cookies. Rainbow Chips Deluxe.
See, the only rules we had on our camping trips in the back woods of Maine:
1. There are no rules.
2. You can eat as many cookies as you want.
Oh yes, it’s true. I distinctly remember my dad telling me those very words. What I didn’t realize is that my parents had already taught us to define the term “snack” as something like an apple, banana, or piece of toast by the way they had raised us….Plus, they were the ones who bought the cookies in the first place, so they were ultimately in control of how many cookies we had access to. But I didn’t know that…all I knew was that my parents finally said I could eat as many cookies as I wanted! I was in heaven…
I’m so glad we didn’t take the “real” vacations.
