07/28/2026
There was a time when summer didn't need a schedule...
It started with the screen door slamming behind you after breakfast and ended only when the porch light came on. Somewhere in between, you'd ride your bike until your legs burned, skip rocks until you found the perfect flat one, climb over weathered wharves even though your parents told you not to, and somehow always end up at someone's house just in time for a glass of Kool-Aid and a homemade cookie.
The ocean wasn't a vacation destination. It was simply part of life. It carried the smell of salt through open windows, filled the air with foghorns on quiet mornings, and somehow made every sunset feel a little bigger. We didn't realize then how lucky we were to think all of that was just... normal.
The best memories weren't expensive. They were chasing fireflies until it got dark, digging for clams at low tide, catching frogs in roadside ditches, building forts in the woods, or sitting on a wharf with your feet dangling over the edge, talking about absolutely nothing. Those moments never felt important at the time. Somehow, they became the ones we remember most.
Maybe that's why so many Maritimers, no matter where life takes them, still feel a tug in their heart when they smell the ocean, hear gulls overhead, or catch the scent of fresh-cut hay on a warm evening.
Sometimes it's just the sound of a screen door that sends you down memory lane. Whatever it is, thanks for the memories ❤