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Reflections: Old memories of comfort

Anyone ever have those little moments in time that stick in your mind, or that you can fall back on when times get tough?

I had a friend tell me about how when he was little, his mom would bring him and his little brother down to the river, and they would fish all day long. Then when the sun started to set, she would call them in, and they would both lay their heads in her lap and she would sing their favorite song.

I came to thinking about that story, and the logic that went with it, and I decided to look back on some moments that were important to me like that, or that stuck in my head.

The oldest one I can think goes back to before I moved to Detroit Lakes, which was in 1998. I was only 3 years old, and my dad would drive me all over Beltrami County to different playgrounds to play on.

I don't really remember all the different places he took me, but I remember he took me all over the place -- to different parks and schools and such.

I guess I grew out of that stage, but once I got into elementary school I started getting migraine headaches.

My dad has always worked extremely hard at his job, and some nights he'd be at work until midnight or 1 a.m. Anyway, I remember some nights my head would hurt so bad I'd be screaming, and I'd call my dad at work and he'd come home and sing me songs until I fell asleep.

Also, my grandpa owned a cabin on Cotton Lake that my whole family (especially on my dad's side) would use the majority of the summer.

My grandma (who passed away in 2004) seemed real good at drawing people in. Every fourth of July my uncle Mike would come up from Denver, my Aunt Sara (and her two kids) from Des Moines, my uncle Jon from Owatonna, and all my cousins and such.

We would spend our days swimming, tubing and fishing, and our nights were devoted to s'mores, ice cream and card games around the fire. Then we'd shoot off fireworks (uncle Mike always brought the good ones) and just lounge around.

Then in August my Aunt Sara would come back for two weeks and we'd follow through on our annual traditions, which consisted of tubing the Ottertail, Go Putt and Bump, going to a movie, eating at Godfather's, and basically having fun.

As I got older, my family got busier, and the traditions slowly floated away.

I learned it's important to hold onto some of those old memories, mainly just because it seems like there's a feeling of comfort and happiness when I think about them. And sometimes memories such as those are the only way I can always get those positive emotions to shine.

Jonah Bowe is a junior at Detroit Lakes High School.