When I was growing up (technically, still am) June meant wonderful things. The most important was that school was out and at sometime during the summer we would take a family vacation. I think it is safe to say that not a year went by that my Mom, Dad, Sister and I would go somewhere in Florida for at least a week. Usually camping in our air-conditioned camper (we didn’t have air in our house in West Palm Beach). Our major hit was Disney, but there were other memorable
spots such as St. Augustine, Cocoa Beach (I remember Ron Jon Surf Shop as a one room store), Kennedy Space Center, Sanibel Island and the Peace River. I am sure I am missing 20 others, but you get the picture.
Now, I am a mother and my husband and I try to take Madison on a vacation every summer. We are not as creative due to the fact that I grew up on the beaches of South Florida and Kenny (the aforementioned husband) grew up on the beaches of the Sun Coast (other side for those of you that don’t know). This makes us miss the salt water and sand, which usually makes our vacations beachside somewhere in our state.