Submitted May 21, 2005 by Casey Moynihan
Growing up in Yarmouth Maine was the best thing to ever happen to me. My father and I used to drive his boat all over Casco Bay, and somtimes stop to get out and explore the islands. We had lobster bakes and went camping all the time. We weren't the type of family to leave the state for vacation se we would drive down east and camp for four or five days. We combed the beaches for shells and made sand castles. Maine has tons of berries and my summer was full of them. Tart rasberries and big fat juciy blackberries..yum! Just living in Yarmouth was a treat. Yarmouth is safe and has the Royal River running through it. As a child I jumped off bridges and rope swings. All day I would ride my bike and play in the park. The clam fest was a highlight of the summer, packing our town with an extra 100,000 people from all over the world. I used to imagine the Indians that lived their long ago, and everytime that I ventured in the woods I would feel their presence. I have lived out west for 8 years, and my life seems to be pointing home. I miss the moist, salt air, and the Atlantic ocean. I miss every season and my family. Most of all I miss the feeling of living in Maine and being a proud Mainiac! After college I'm driving across country to the way life should be, home sweet home.
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