My most memorable vacation was a stay at a lakeside cabin. The entire family slept in the front room opening onto a screened in front porch. It was wonderful to drift off to sleep to the sound of my parent’s voices from the porch with the reflection the bright, full moon cast over the still, dark lake. The spooky, dark cypress trees still people my dreams. In the day, we picnicked, played on the beach and paddled in the cool water. We fished a bit and had a few thrilling boat rides. Once a day, we took our nickels and walked to the little store where I always bought the same thing, a stick of coconut coated candy called a chicken leg. No vacation since has been so perfect.