So, it's rapidly approaching the end of the summer. A lot of kids at the youth center have been understandably disappointed about going back to school, but they have been quite hyper about their family trips, even the weekend-long ones. Lacking kids, and having lived in Hawaii for my entire childhood as the youngest of five, family trips never
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If I was on my dad's side, then it'd be a trip somewhere interesting, like Vegas. We'd spend a week driving there, seeing the ghost towns along the way, hanging out around Vegas, taking in burlesque shows and the museums (incidentally, you GOTTA go see the Ripley's museum...totally worth the trip in and of itself...) Every now and again, it'd just be chill time at their place, and just puttering around the garden (that in my youthful mind, put the botanical gardens at Balboa Park to shame), helping with whatever work I could.
I miss those days, and their simple pleasures. Now, it's just work work work... but in it's own way, that's okay too. It's almost like a daily vacation from all the little other worries in my life, because I can just put it all on hold for nine or so hours...and this is a paid vacation...
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