through sepia glasses

sometimes i have the overwhelming desire to share experiences and places from my childhood with randy.

i would take him to chautauqua lake. i want him to feel the hot parking lot against his feet as he runs to the beach. i want him to feel the inexplicable urge to don an old fashioned striped bathing suit as he wades into the water. maybe he would want to grow a wavy mustache. i want to eat cold ice cream with him as the perfect end to an afternoon in the sandy brown water.

i wonder if it would feel as magical as it did when i was six.

i think it would.