
By Bonnie Baker Cowan
Hudson, my 11-year-old grandson, was sitting on the deck at the cottage last week looking out over the lake when he turned to me and said, “ I have such great memories of this place when I was a kid.”Naturally, I questioned such a startling reminiscence, asking why he wasn’t a kid anymore. “Well, gremmie, I like to do more adult things now.” I wondered if it was really all over, those great childhood experiences or had he just become an old soul? It worked out for the best later, when I asked him to help his grandfather put the top on the boat. When he complained, I reminded him that he wanted to do adult things now and putting the top on the boat was definitely an adult thing.
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