summertime memories


A couple of weeks ago, my friend Doug and his sons were leading my family and I to their favourite New York City park. As we walked, Dough and his boys fell in step with each other ahead of us, holding each other's hands. Then suddenly, spontaneously, Doug began swinging the boys, every fourth step or so. I didn't hear either of the boys ask Doug to do this; it appeared to be almost out of habit, like this was how the three of them always walked down the steet together.
Step, step, step, swing.
Step, step, step, swing.
I smiled.
I thought about how the boys, when they're finally men -- maybe even with sons of their own -- they'll think of the way their dad used to firmly and confidently grab their hands, swing them through the air, making even a simple walk an adventure.
And I bet they'll smile, too.
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Today, share some images of wonderful summertime memories being created.
Crossposted on Chookooloonks.