Eldas first summer. I guess she won’t remember it. Not more than subconsciously. That night we decided to take the truck 500 km to the south west coast, to see my mother. Believing we could drive about 250 each in one go.. I think we managed to go about 20 before my eyes started to roll back in my scull..Surely swapped 10 times until the sun went up and made it easier to stay awake.
I wish she will remember her grandmother taking her out on the swing that morning until we woke up and headed down to the beach. That warm salty water and the soft sand under her feet. I’m glad she won´t remember that day – 800 km away, when we got pushed of the road by a timber truck, and almost rolled over. And I’m glad she wont remember me yelling and cursing the driver to return to a much hotter place on/in earth. I wish how ever she will remember the days after, in the lap of her grandfather, or when she saw her first cow.
I guess there is a point with this and someone who knows it. And there will be many more summers to share together, and hey, she will always have her two parents captureing the memories she wont.