Precious Memories
How they linger.......We all have those childhood memories. When you wondered why your mom or dad (or both) would allow you to get where you were scared to death. I remember my dad tossing me the pond up at Oak Ridge Camp to "help" me "learn" how to swim. I remember coming up for air and thinking "what'd I do?". I also remember having nightmares afterward where I was in a cave that was on the edge of a crashing surf. I could never make it out before the surf came and washed me back in again. Good times, good times.........
Here's a picture of 3 young girls who will probably have similiar memories.
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