Some of my earliest childhood memories are from going on vacation with my parents to Italy or former Yugoslavia. Playing in the sand, jumping over waves. Whenever I spend time on the beach, I will invariably think back to those times.
Not all the memories are pleasant – for example, I remember counting cars to pass the time on the ride south, a clumsy toe injury on the beach, and a trip to the hospital to get stitches after a bumper car crash when I was four.But they are MY memories, mental souvenirs of times past, and I am richer for having them.
So when they crash over me like a wave when I am on vacation, I am happy to indulge in those memories and grateful for all the experiences and love my parents shared with me.