February 8, 2011
Time does seem to change one's memories. When I look back at my childhood summers, they are always sunny, though I know perfectly well that there were many days that we were stuck inside because of rain or fog. But in my memory, the sun shines on the rocky beaches of Maine, and the days are full of swimming, sunbathing, building sandcastles, sailing, and picking blueberries. Going with Dad to buy lobster for dinner from the men who caught them, or stopping for fried clams or lobster rolls at a roadside shack. The summers were endless and filled with pleasure.