You don’t have to have a fortune to make a memory with your children or grandchildren. Kids are really not that demanding. They just want you.
In the fall of the year we visited the little village of Shipshewana, Indiana. I was speaking there for a gathering of Christians. It was a good day. The group arranged for us a nice place to stay in a local hotel. On Monday we would stroll the streets of the little burg for an hour or two before driving back to Michigan.
Between shops, on a patch of grass, an Amish man popped popcorn in a kettle over an open fire. You could smell it all up and down the street. He made up huge bags of sweet kettle-corn and sold them from a small wooden shelter. Good stuff. We bought a bag to share. Down the street we strolled each in turn taking big handfuls of the stuff.
After a while I looked back. It was a sight. All down the street behind us was a trail of popcorn. Birds darted in to pick it up but there was a trail all the way down the street. My grandsons live less than an hour from there. Someday I’m going to take them there for a stroll and a huge bag of popcorn. We’ll stroll and talk and make a memory and leave a trail of popcorn behind us and grandma will take pictures of the scene.