Labor Day always seems to be the final goodbye to summer. My favorite place to go every summer is Tony Grove. It is beautiful, and I have so many memories of the place. Some bad, like the time my oldest brother threw my Curious George book into the lake, or the other time when my brother and I ran into a moose 10 feet away; YIKES! The good ones though, those are what I remember the most. Sitting out by the campfire with my cousins or fishing with my grandpa, byt the spillway of course cause it is the best, or at least that is what he always told me . . . and he was right. There is a log up there that my grandma would always walk with me on. I can remember it so well. Yes Tony Grove has many memories so it seemed like the right place for me and my little family to go to over the weekend, even if it did rain.
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