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  • Writer's pictureJenny Lynn Keller

May Memories


A recent beach trip recalled a fond memory from years ago, a rather stinky one to be honest with you. As kids, my sister and I scoured the beach for shells during family vacations and brought the prettiest treasures back with us. One year we found a dead horseshoe crab and declared it the perfect item for show-and-tell time at school. When we returned home my father opened the car trunk and expressed a different opinion. Humor me by imagining the aroma of fermenting seaweed and multiplying the smell by at least a trillion. The bad news is no amount of carpet cleaner or room deodorizer reduced the stink to a tolerable level until months later. Today I laugh at the beach memory and remember the lesson learned—keep the seashells, leave everything else where you found it. What’s one of your favorite vacation memories?

 

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