I have to admit…I breathed a sigh of relief when my daughter wrapped up preschool for the year.
Although she only attended the three-day program, those three mornings were always action-packed.
Summer has always meant downtime for me. As a child, we packed up and headed to our beach house at the end of June and stayed there right through Labor Day.
And practiced the art of doing absolutely nothing.
Sure, we took swimming, sailing, and tennis classes. We saw a few movies and made a couple of trips to the local library.
But for the most part, we played.
We built sand castles with nothing but a shovel and an active imagination.
We collected sea glass and seashells.
We rode our bikes everywhere and very rarely got in the car.
We ate corn on the cob fresh from the farm stand almost every night.
And we went for long boat rides with our dad, circling Long Island Sound for hours.
We enjoyed every minute of it…