By the way, I never found a dang swimsuit. Guess I am too picky.
Anyway, on Thursday afternoon, after Richard's day was done, we headed over to Woodinville to rekindle memories of Richard's childhood. We visited the house he pretty much lived in until age 11.
As Richard put it, everything seemed much bigger when he was a kid. Like this rock he used to climb.
Or this picture which shows "the Big Valley" as he and his neighbor friends used to call it.
Maybe this is what Richard used to look like, in this exact spot:
It's always fun taking walks down memory lane. We even were able to chat with his former neighbor, the father of Richard's childhood best friend, who allowed us to wander his shaded yard. Yes, it was a good day.