Just about every year for the 4th of July, I jump in my car and drive thirteen hours to my home town in Pennsylvania, to spend a week with my cousin Joe and his family. Having done this for the last fifteen years, I’d have to say that this year’s trip, even though cut short, was one of the most exciting because it came with a blast from the past as I met up with some childhood friends I haven’t seen since the sixth grade.
I’d already seen their pictures on the social sites we’re connected through but I would have recognized them anywhere because they haven’t changed a bit.
Jana with her spunky self can still make me laugh like she did on the school bus every day and Debbie with her sweet spirit is still laughing right along with us. We had so much fun, if it had rained, I believe we’d have just started dancing.
We took a trip and spent the day walking around Rice’s Market in New Hope, PA and then rode over to Peddler’s Village where we ate some lunch and did a whole lot more shopping and believe it or not, none of us bought shoes!!!
I cannot wait to visit and vacation with them again, hopefully one day soon at the beach!