Is this thing on?
Ahem---

That is all. Carry on.

First Day of School 2009
Fast forward several years and the student has become the teacher. This school is over 60 years old. The plaster is pealing, it needs paint, the windows don't work and climate control is--uncontrolled.
Her first lesson of the year is the story of the goldfish. You see, a goldfish has such a small brain that each time he swims to the other side of the bowl, he thinks it is someplace new. He cannot remember that he was just here a few seconds ago. So, as the year progresses, she asks students who do not follow directions if they are a goldfish. A gentle reminder. She also does her "actions have consequences" speech. And demonstrates that good behavior will be rewarded while bad behavior will not. (the lure of the forbidden stick of gum.) Of course, all these admonitions must be repeated constantly all year. But, by the end of the year, she has well trained pupils.
Uh oh, here comes someone with goldfish food. Must swim to the top, and then explore the depths of this pretty new bowl. Just keep swimming....
My whole childhood Bear Lake was not just a destination, but an event. The planning began a year ahead when reservations had to be made to get the desired cabins at Blue Water. Weeks before the appointed date, lists were made, menus decided, shopping was done, duties assigned.
Bear Lake was where our young family spent every vacation. You want family vacations?--this was it. The ultimate in family and friend gatherings.
The time spent at this glorious lake remains the fondest of my growing up years. Once you have done Bear Lake, all others pale in comparison. The blue, clear, cold water just can't be matched.
There was the sunburns, the ritual of the first time you got up on skis followed, as if it were written in stone, the first time you crossed the wake or dropped a ski. The obligatory early morning dip in the freezing lake to catch the best water of the day.
All these memories, and more, are forever with me.

But read this..."Do not forget that we are God's children, loved-into-being; that our lives are not meaningless or accidental."
This young couple loved me and my siblings into being.
(I believe we are that sparkle in dad's eyes.)
Their wedding was many years ago. The consequences remain to this day.
Love Children
We live a small life. Much of what I see or hear reminds me of something I read or saw on TV. Shouldn't it be the other way around? So when a character on TV hoped she hadn't lost her ability to giggle, it tickled my mind.