Something that I should've included in my summer memories is walks w/my son when he was a little boy of age 3. We'd go to the woods nearby our house and just sit and watch. One time I told him to observe how many fairies and gnomes he could see. After a few minutes, he'd exclaim "I saw one, Mom! I saw one!" and he point and say "There it is, look!" It was just our secret; we didn't even share it w/his father because we knew he'd make fun of us. When we lived in Hampton, VA, (he was still in diapers then) we lived directly across the street from Chesapeake Bay and we'd take daily walks when the tide was out and we'd have to hop, skip and jump to keep from stepping on the jellyfish. I wanted him to see the magic in everything. During the holidays, the ships would be decorated w/colorful lights and they would reflect on the water at night. It was such a magical time.