Writers Workshop with MamaKat


It’s Thursday and that means it’s Writers Workshop with Mama Kat!  Yea! I love Thursdays. They are so fun.  Never heard of this before?  (What planet are you living on??)  Go to the link for Mama Kat to see the other prompts and check out who else is writing today.  It’s lots of fun and therapeutic to boot.

3.)Describe a ‘sound’ from your childhood. What was it? When did you hear it? What does it bring to mind?

I liked this one a lot.  I recently read a blog post about boats which made me think about boats and how I was born to be on one.  Ever since I was a little itty bitty girl my parents have had a boat.  From the 19 ft open bow Bayliner of my young days to the 32 Maxum they have now we’ve always been a boating family.  Many a happy summer has been spent on the shores of a lake.  
Decorated for the Fourth of July Boat Parade with the Mavericks Yacht Club

The sound I associate with would be that of a boat’s engine.  The puttering as we move away from the marina and the roar as we take off down the lake for a day of fun.  I don’t really know how to describe the actual sound it makes but when I hear it it makes me think of this:

Sunshine, water, happiness

I’ve been hearing that sound for so long its truly engrained in my brain.  I love going to visit my parents at the lake in the summer.  It’s my favorite time of year anyway so being there with my own kids on the lake I grew up on in beautiful Northern Idaho is wonderful.  I like that I can share what I experienced as a child with my own kids.  The pictures from Tuesday’s post are from the lake two years ago.

The happiest times in childhood are encompassed in the lakes where we went boating as kids. Lake Roosevelt, Lake Couer d’Alene, Couer d’Alene River.  Sis remember the rope swing over the river?  Long sandy beaches lining the river, the anticipation of the twenty minute boat ride until we rounded the bend in the river that signaled Our Beach.  The Rope Swing Beach.  There were several other families in our little group we went to this beach with and finding them there would always be a wonderful surprise as we beached the boat and all the kids clamored to the rope swing to be the first to swing out over the river and let go.
rope swing
We went up the river a few years ago and the beach and rope are still there.  We didn’t stop this time continuing on our way but looking at the beach the sound came back to me.  The boat, the laughter, the creak of the rope as I swung out over the river.  

The future wide open and waiting.