Ring, circle, loop, wheel…
I’m not sure what it is about the coming of autumn. Memories ring and hang in the air.
I have been drawn to the home of my youth on a number of occasions, but autumn always takes me back to the lake. Shadow Lake. Where I used to spend many summer days, tanning with the Coppertone lotion that may have had a sunblock of 5 or a sunburn of 5.
I didn’t sunburn as a child, perhaps because of German descent or simply the olive-skinned DNA that biology gifted me. I turned a dark shade of brown during those summers, more so than I do now with the sunblock of 30.
It was this past week that I had an opportunity to stop in my hometown of Waupaca long enough to walk around South Park, with its trees and shelter and the memories of a sandy beach that scorched the feet on many hot July days.
South Park and the beach have had many upgrades since long ago: A new beach house, paved trails, a shelter with indoor plumbing and a place for friends to meet on a sunny afternoon to play Scrabble. There’s a playground and stairs that lead from the upper level to a lower level of the park.
So, where does “ring” fit in with this story?
Ring is a circle, a loop, a wheel that we travel around – from beginning of life to the end. We all have places and times, though, that return us to a previous point on the ring of our life that hold special memories – when perhaps we weren’t aware of things like sunblock or computers or streaming TV.
The ring likes to take me back to this lake, this park. I’ve met friends in downtown Waupaca for lunch several times, and have driven past the old homestead and what used to be my grade school, but there’s something about a place where no worries ever existed other than making sure I made it home at the designated hour or figuring out how to take swimming lessons without getting water up my nose. Most of the time, though, it was about summer sun, jumping off a diving board, or laying on a towel to get the best unhealthy tan. No thoughts of much else. No adult stress. Time to be a kid, act like a kid, splash around in the water.
That was 50+ years ago.
Time flies when you grow up, become an adult, get married, get a job, get divorced, parent the parents, retire from the job, hang with a multitude of friends, etc.
Some parts of my life are not likely to be revisited, but I’m forever thankful for Shadow Lake and South Park, for always being there in my memories and in reality. Most likely you will not see me at the beach, in swimming suit, during the summer, but come back next autumn. You may catch me inviting myself to a game of Scrabble and making new points on both the ring and the board.
Stream of Consciousness Saturday is the brainchild of author Linda G. Hill. Every Friday, Linda provides her followers with an inspiring blogger’s prompt. It can be a word or words and sometimes bonus points are involved (my favorite). Linda asks us to write without editing, other than correcting spelling errors.
Just go with the flow.
Like a babbling brook or rain drops. Click HERE if this type of writing floats your boat or helps with your decision-making. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “ring.” Use it as a noun or a verb. Bonus points if you use it as both. Have fun!