Day 4: Best Childhood Memory

Thinking of a childhood memory is tough. My mother was here on Saturday and she had lunch with us and my husband was quite entertained as she told him about us growing up. And I really did enjoy my childhood. So choosing a specific memory is tough. Growing up in Arizona it was warm most of the year so we spent a ton of time outside. My mother has 7 brothers and sisters, my dad has 9 and many of them lived in AZ while we were growing up. So we had tons of cousins to play with. So since the point of this post is to pick ONE specific memory, I'm choosing the following:
During the summer if we weren't in Summer School we would go to a Day Camp ran by The Salvation Army. We did this a few summers and it was always a wonderful experience. We did plays and crafts and sang songs and went swimming and roller skating. I learned that peanut butter and honey sandwiches tasted great when cold (the honey gets a little crunchy!) And I learned that you didn't have to be the best at acting or singing or whatever we were doing so long as you worked hard and gave it 100% each time. This was also a place where I learned that people of all races were Christian and that God loved us all. It was one of the few places where being black wasn't something I was teased about. It was very multi-cultural. Kids from all ethnic backgrounds and we not only played together, but we studied the Bible together. We learned to work together and at the end of the summer, we left with amazing memories. I realize it isn't one memory. But it's the best I could do without simply saying, I had an amazing childhood. Because I truly did. I was loved and I knew it. And looking back, I know it wasn't perfect but it was great. I hope that one day my kids look back and feel the same!