What Makes the Best Memories?
McDowell Sonoran Trail
We're just wrapping a blissful week in Arizona where we didn't do much. After a year of keeping close to home, just flying to the desert was an adventure. A few easy hikes, good meals, swimming in the pool, devouring some books, and late night Netflix. I also got to hug my mom for the first time in a long while. It was GREAT.
I've been thinking a lot about what my kids will remember about their childhood vacations. Will they remember all the money we dished out for Disney or Universal Parks? Or the pricey gondola rides in Banff? Maybe.
I think about how my poor mom and Aunt Nini flew my cousin Dan and I out to Disney World in the 80s. I don't remember one ride. Instead, I think about how cool it was to enjoy chocolate donuts and OJ while in the pool of our little motel.
One of our staple interview questions is about childhood vacation memories. Most of their responses are simple. Taking an overnight train ride to see extended family. Listening to serials on the radio while on Grandma's lap. A trip to the rodeo to buy REAL cowboy boots. A Yankees game with Dad to see Mickey Mantle play.
Even when off duty, these stories bump around in my brain and I'm grateful for the frequent reminders from clients on what really matters in life. So for Spring Break 2021, I'm hoping my kids remember eating sugared cereal for breakfast followed by swimming for hours and then TV in bed. I guess time will only tell whether these are memories that stick.
cooped up cannonballs