While the kiddos and I were back home we visited one of my favorite childhood places. It's a farm and settlement from the early 1800s. It's a beautiful place frozen in time, and up until just a few years ago, it was still a working farm. I always try squeezing in a trip there when we're back home to enjoy it and feel like I'm reliving a part of my childhood again.
And it's one of those places that doesn't tarnish from memory. It really is just the same as my child's mind remembers it.
What I didn't remember was that some summers the mosquitos are ridiculous. And so my littles didn't find it *quite* so magical, maybe.
Here's hoping for a trip back in the Fall when the colors are glorious, the mosquitos are gone, and these grumpy face turn upside down!