Flashback Friday #3

The back of this picture says "The Secret Place, Labor Day 1985". If my calculations are correct, that means I'm 4 here, Amy is 3, Geleene is 5, and the others are...older. Heh. Mark is probably like 10 and April...12? I'm not sure. Anyway. Our family used to go camping in (at?) Hannagan Meadow every year, and that's where this was taken. Now, I was 4, so this was a long time ago, but I think my Gram Boyd probably took this picture. She would take the grandkids into the secret place and then- well, I can't remember but I suspect she probably told us stories. She would sit on a log or a bucket or something and we'd sit on the log you see in this picture, and we'd do whatever it was we did in there. One time she tipped over and fell off her seat and it was the funniest thing I'd ever seen. There's a picture of that, I think, but I don't have it.

Pictures like this remind me of how much fun we had when we were kids- getting together with the family was literally the most exciting thing that we could do. I remember one time we arrived at the campground and there was an arrow lodged in one of the trees. My uncle Brad told us that an Indian had shot it in there, and for the rest of the trip I was afraid that Indians were lurking in the woods, ready to shoot us with arrows. Hahaha, oh, good times, scaring little children. As it turns out, Brad had just stuck the arrow in the tree himself. At least I think that's what happened...