S'mores

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When I was little I used to think our family had invented s'mores. We had them every summer when we went up to the Adirondacks and only then. It was special family tradition. We'd build a fire on the beach by the lake or roast the marshmallows over the coals of the grill. Either way we'd stuff our sunburned faces full of those graham cracker, chocolate, marshmallow sandwiches because we knew it was the only time we'd have them 'till next year.

I can remember as a 12 year old learning that other people knew how to make s'mores. I was devastated to know that it wasn't exclusive to our family: like finding out the toothfairy isn't real.

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We save our Peeps from Easter and roast those for our s'mores. Yum!

Eating s'mores now brings back fond childhood memories of our family vacations in the Adirondacks: days spent swimming in the lake, the smell of warm pine, the slap-slam of the porch door, the creak of the wood stairs leading up to bed and the waterlogged-sunburned-blood-shot-eyed-exhaustion that made us sink into our pillows, relieved for the rest but wanting another day to come quickly.

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What is your favorite childhood summer memory?

--Sarah