Memorial Day

A million, thousand years ago we used to celebrate Memorial Day at Fullerton Park. My folks would haul wood, pans, pancake mix, eggs, bacon, orange juice, snacks and lunch. We were usually the first ones at the park and my mom and dad would get started fixing a huge breakfast. It was always chilly and foggy and we complained and shivered and knew inside it would be a great day. After breakfast we'd reload the car and head down to another section of the park. We'd find what we anticipated would be the best place to throw our blankets and stake our claim to an area. There were races down the grassy hill, softball games that never ended, food, more food and then more food. Water balloon fights often ended up in the bathrooms and they were a blast. Trees to climb, tree tunnels to forage, and bugs to smack. Great times.