Spoiled kids

A few weeks ago, at a high school almuni weekend event in my hometown of Kane, I overheard some people talking about the schedule of festivities for their particular reunion. They were younger than I, maybe by ten years or so, and their class on the previous day had an afternoon picnic for families at a local recreation area called Twin Lakes. One of the women in this group had not attended this, noting that her kids were so spoiled by some other place they regularly visited that they wouldn't enjoy Twin Lakes at all.

I didn't catch the name of this other fabulous beach, but I couldn't help but wonder what could possibly spoil a child so much that he or she wouldn't like Twin Lakes. Sure, it is only a small, dammed-up area of Hoffman Run. My own children have been to some pretty great beaches in the US, Hong Kong, and even Spain. I mean, Myles and Brigid have been to the Mediterranean and they still beg to go to Twin Lakes every day that we are in Kane.


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This week has been a little cooler than I would like for hanging around in swimsuits. During the day our highs have barely broken 70 F, but that mattered little to my children. They just wanted to be near water, with a spot to dig and experiment.






Twin Lakes doesn't have immaculate sand or beautiful ocean waves, but it has all my kids could want on a sunny (but cool) summer day. Maybe Twin Lakes has spoiled them so much that they hope to have as much fun everywhere else as they do here.