There is no One special memory,they all are. Friday nights were always special as I was growing up. All the mothers and aunts would be "primping" for the "men to come up for the weekend". As kids we knew that there would always be a special comic book,coloring book and crayons for us kids so we got to wait up for Dads to arrive. Saturday night all the aunts/uncles,grandparents,parents and kids would gather at my Grandfathers camp for our weekly cook-out,cribbage and horse shoe games. Such special times they were,wish they could happen again
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