Memoir

Fire Island
As a young kid, my family would go down to Fire Island every summer and visit our lifelong family friends down at their beach house. Chris and Grace, the two sisters were lifelong friends with my dad, Leo and James were my good friends that I had known since I was born, and Paul who was graces husband was always there as well. Paul would make us dinner every night, and being the chef that he was, he would preach to us how he made the food while we ate the food. I didn’t mind it but after a while you just want to eat your food in peace. Their house was a cabin that was inland only five minutes walking distance to the beach. This island was cool because the actual island was like a forest and all the houses were in this forest. Instead of sidewalks you walked along boardwalks that maneuvered through the trees. At night, Leo, James and I would play Mario 64 and Sonic the Hedgehog. During the day we would have endless fun at the beach.
Everyday we explore this island with an endless amount of kids to find. The boardwalk gave me splinters, but it was just all part of the experience. It never occurred to me to wear sandals. At the beach we find inland pools of water that make lazy rivers. It’s like a playground of sand. I’m afraid to ask the ice-cream man for ice-cream. My father thinks it’s silly to be afraid of buying ice-cream but I imagine that the ice-cream guy will get mad or something. That was the big conflict of the summer. We collect empty cans to bring back to the recycling in return for a few cents per can. 10 cents was a lot of money to us. I was probably 8 years old during the summer that I am recalling. It was probably one of the best times of my life. As a young kid everything is so exciting.