Choose a Vacation, Not Toys
The other day, a friend asked me what my earliest memory was.
Hmmm… I had to give it some thought. Was it a toy I got for Christmas? The time we had a picnic at the beach? When Mom and I made an angel food cake with colored sprinkles? Or the day I got to row a rowboat all by myself?
It was most certainly the day my Dad let me row the rowboat all by myself. I was about 5 years old and I was so happy and proud.
I started reminiscing about my childhood and all the fun, funny, happy, and memorable times I could remember were all “events” and not “things”.
My work gig is that I own Four Seasons Lodge in North Conway, NH and realizing that my fondest memories growing up were almost exclusively time spent with family or friends playing, vacationing, and celebrating was an epiphany for me.
I started to wonder if I was onto something – turns out I was.