"Always, cherish the cabin"

We had this cabin when I was a kid. It was on an island. (A small one, no bigger than a city block, but an island none the less!) That island was our paradise. My brother and I and our cousins and friends were in love with that place. I had just read Island Of The Blue Dolphins by Scott O'Dell so this was very very exciting to me.
The part of the trip I always hated was the drive there. 90 minutes, and It broke away from the main road after about half an hour and turned into a road that I feel was designed to make me vomit. I got sick every single time I went to that cabin, and I would cry and say I didn't want to go, because of it.
In hindsight, some of my most amazing memories and stories I love to tell people, happened on that island. I shot my first Bow & Arrow there, and later my first gun. (I'm a really really good shot. the result of hippie parents in Newfoundland. Unlike regular hippies, they had come to terms with killing things as a food source.) I like to think I've grown up a little as of late.
I went through a period of time where I had to deal with things far above my maturity level. For a really long time. I feel older than I am and so I have a great deal of trouble placing where I "should be" in life. This issue also caused me a  lot of grief and stress, but I've learned that there isn't one path that we're all suppose to be on. We all need to find our own path. This can be very difficult, without someone going ahead of us to make the trail a little smoother for us.

I'm headed right back to that island at the first signs of a Zombie Apocalypse. My Go Bag is packed.