Drove past the Ekka the other day as the Ferris wheel was being erected. Automatically my mind was transported back to being a kid in my parents Holden Kingswood with them driving me and my two brothers to the Ekka. In those days the Ekka was in the middle of the school holidays and you could actually drive and park next door to the Ekka showgrounds on a big oval.
My memories included the various pavilions, the haunted house ride, wood chopping and having lunch at the Butter Board Pavilion. My memories were strong, clear and happy and I felt like it was only yesterday.
As I drove past and came back to reality I was encouraged that it wasnt always what my parents said but the powerful memories they built into my life that shaped me. Memories that are easily triggered by a sight, sound or even a smell. The wink that my son gives me from the soccer field reminds me of when I would scan the sideline looking for my parents when I was 10. The taste of fish and chips with tomato sauce takes me back to the family dinner table for our Friday dinner treat as kids.
It reminds me that one of the great legacys I can leave for my kids is happy childhood memories. Some will be intentional, most probably not. Memories can be the glue that keeps us sane and anchored in good and hard times.
As I finish writing this Im challenged to see what memory I can build into my kids this weekend. Maybe a drive out into the country and see what creek or park we can discover. Might see you there.