Spring break is a week away. My kids are hanging on by a thread. Both of them have said they feel burned out. They are ready to get out of town. Not going to say where we are going because I may post while away and I like the element of surprise.
When I was a kid we rarely traveled. You’d think given that fact I’d remember all of the vacations we did take. You’d be wrong, I remember only a few. One trip, however, was so special it warranted both the Flashback and Forget About it designation.
Flashback because there is no way I can Forget About it-Most memorable childhood vacation.
Storybook Forest at Idlewild Park, Ligonier, Pennsylvania.
Ahh..I still vividly recall many parts of this trip. That is saying a lot because I can barely remember last week. The fact that I remember details of a vacation that took place over 35 years ago, must mean it was pretty good. Or it means I saw things that no one in their right mind could ever forget. You be the judge.
No really, this place was fun!
Here are some of the highlights:
The little old lady who lived in the shoe. She was nice…I think. Her kids didn’t look very happy though.
The Crooked Man’s house. Never actually saw him, just evidence of him–everywhere. Now that I think about it, a Crooked Man is kind of wrong.
Jack and Jill. Yep, those two. Unfortunately, we found the remains of them, you know at the bottom of the hill.
A giant slide! We went down a giant slide! We sat on old gunny sacks to get down that slide. Unfortunately, my dad broke his pinky on the slide. He thought my sack was going out of control so he reached out to slow me down and *snap* broken pinky. Pretty sure that didn’t ruin the trip or the experience though.
There was also a house of mirrors. The kind of mirrors that when you stand in front of them they distort your size and shape. When you are young, that kind of thing is great. Unless of course you are afraid that the Crooked Man might appear at any moment behind you…
Writer’s embellishment: not sure where this is. I needed a picture though.
And the last stop, a perfectly innocent petting zoo where I squeezed the hell out of a baby goat and was spat on by a llama.
What was the most memorable family vacation you took as a child? Were did you go? What made it