An interesting exercise suggested by Elizabeth J. Andrew in Writing the Sacred Journey: The Art and Practice of Spiritual Memoir. She suggested “Write your happiest memory.”
My happiest memory immediately sprang to mind. And after that, a plethora of happy memories but the initial one that came to mind held its ground as the happiest.
My Happiest Memory
I think it was the summer Jon turned ten and Gloria would soon be seven. We were camped on Pen Lake at the first campsite past the portage from Rock Lake in Algonquin Park. One morning, after resting up from getting there, we explored the gently sloping hill behind our campsite. Eventually we came to a rock face which we climbed together. I was helping Gloria especially and Jon was able to push on ahead and help to haul Gloria up by a rope. I’m pretty sure that I had my camera along. I’ll have to find those pictures.
When we reached the top we were able to walk along the top of the cliff for a couple of kilometers with an occasional view down to the lake below. Gloria found blueberries and picked them.
2007-03-12
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