By Donna McCario, July 7, 2014
I remember that being six years old and growing up in Florida by a lake gave you permission to wear your bathing suit 24 hours a day!
I recall many mornings, waking up with my hair tangled from the day before, still in my bathing suit as the previous day had been too busy to bother with changing into pajamas or combing my hair, before I said my prayers and, exhausted, crawled in to bed.
There had been tag to play, Barbie’s to dress, tea parties to hold, and friends to seek as they were hiding. The lake itself had a slide that you had to go down at least 127 times, and a day without building a sandcastle was not a day worth living, when you are six.