After we basically wrote the exact same post on the exact same day with the exact same video (I’m On a Boat), I decided right then and there that we needed to do a Blog Swap. Little did she know, I was totally just using her for her bigger blog audience. No, really, I just thought it would be a fun idea to start asking like-minded people to post on my blog and vice versa. I hope to make this a regular feature!
Fittingly, her post is of sweet southern summer memories. Click on over to H.I.T.’s blog when you are done to read about one of my adventures in the big city. Enjoy!
Who would have thought that this city girl was once a country bumpkin? When we moved to New York, I swapped climbing trees with playing sidewalk hopscotch and Osh Kosh overalls with Body Glove suits (what, it was the 80s).
Those carefree days were some of the happiest in my childhood repertoire. But even more so are the fond memories I have of Lake Lanier.
Every summer, my siblings and I would travel by car over the Mason Dixon line to visit my cousins in Georgia. When it was sunny, we slept under the stars on a dock and when it rained, we huddled together in sleeping bags on the kitchen floor.
It was The Shack and we loved every minute of this anti-city life.
We bathed in the lake (with biodegradable shampoo, of course), spent hours playing Risk, hiked paths along the water’s edge, jumped carelessly from a 15 foot drop, clogged a single bathroom septic tank more than once, and ate more s’mores than we could ever imagine.
Life was good.
The Shack is long gone now and the likelihood that Husby will ever rough it out in a single bedroom shed with six kids is slim, but my memories will always persist. And this H.I.T. will never truly be a bona fide city girl when she is country at heart.