Every summer we used to go to my parents summer home which was right on the water, we had boats, big boats, little boats, fast boats, slow boats, fishing boats, John boats, motor boats, sailing boats, paddle boats, and a jet ski.
The folks would pack us kids up on the boat and take us for a ride and we would always end up at Shark’s Tooth Island. We would spend hours walking up and down the coast line where you could find all kinds of cool shark’s teeth, colorful sea shells, and beautiful stones that have been washed up onto the sand, just waiting for you to pick up. We have jars and jars chocked full of shark’s teeth that we will always treasure.
We would go water skiing off of the island for hours at a time while the others were swimming and playing in the warm salty waters. There was always a good time when we went there and I miss it so much.
