I remember going down the
Cape every summer when I was young.
For many years we rented a cottage for the week, enjoying the calm of the beach. Although it’s been 30 years, I remember specifically the view from the cottages, the wooded area where we would barbecue, the walk across the parking lot to the beach, the feel of the sand on my feet, and the cool ocean water. I remember the slimy seaweed, the salty taste of the ocean, the buoys marking the outer limits. I remember my sister crying because her beach ball blew away, past those buoys.
I remember visiting the JFK Memorial and walking through the circular park. I remember taking pictures in front of it, with my sister and me taking turns photographing each other with our parents.
I remember walking down Main Street in downtown
. Eating ice cream. Getting an airbrushed t-shirt (I think it was a unicorn in a heart, but I could be mistaken). Getting my first and only bee sting, and my mom running into a grocery store for garlic to lessen the sting. Hyannis
Summers down the
Cape were different from our daily life, exciting to a child who got to sleep in a different bed and run into the ocean on a whim. It was our beach, our home away from home, our special family spot.
I haven’t been to
in a long, long time. I’d like to take my boys there one day. I wonder if it looks the same, smells the same. I wonder if it will still feel like it’s my beach. Hyannis
OK, I’m getting off my shoebox now.