Almost every summer for the past twenty years, we have returned to the beach side cottage where my husband and his six sisters grew up. Like an heirloom handed down through generations, the experience is priceless. Assorted beach chairs line the sand, gulls fly overhead and neighbor kids you haven't seen in a year have magically grown taller or transformed into teens.
Here, time seems to slow just a bit and donuts are not fattening (that's a rule).
Combs, shoes and watches are abandoned and my mother-in-law's firm belief that a dip in the salt water cures whatever ails you once again proves true.
Sometimes, you can go back.
What's your favorite summer tradition?