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Those Summers...

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When my children were a lot younger, their dad made sure we took summer vacations that we all enjoyed. One of the most memorable places was right here in Alabama. Lakepoint Resort State Park in Eufaula. 

It was actually where their dad and I spent our honeymoon when we got married since we both liked to camp.

As a family though, we enjoyed the beautiful hotel and restaurant with the nice pool just as much as we enjoyed the cabin in the woods or the cabins on the lake. We tried them all at least once.

We would load up the SUV and hook up the boat and go for a weekend if not an entire week. I remember one summer my kids noticed three alligators across the lake and would feed them although they were signs that specifically stated, “DO NOT FEED THE ALLIGATORS”. They even named the alligators Allie, Abby and Arby. Every trip we made they had to go see their “pet alligators“.

I also remember my son throwing rocks one afternoon… just as he threw a rock in the air a bird had flown by. It hit the bird and it fell to the ground. He was so upset because he thought he had killed that beautiful creature. About the time we walked over to see if it could be rescued, it immediately flew away. 

The memories of those summers bring a smile to my face. My son and his dad would play on the beautiful golf course while my daughter and I would soak up the sun or take strolls through the winding park. We always enjoyed boat rides and fishing together and fireworks on the Fourth of July. 

It was peaceful, it was fun, but most of all the memories we made will always be cherished.

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