Going to the lake in the summer is a pastime that my family seems to have been doing for centuries. As far as I can remember, we’ve been going up to that cabin and spending a lot of quality time there. Many memories that I can recall in my childhood took place within that secluded area of the world. As the years have gone by and my older siblings have grown up, the novelty and general excitement of being there has somewhat diminished for me, but its a place that feels comfortable, safe and relaxing whenever my family and I are there. Especially really late at night when my brother and I are watching some sort of mobster movie like “Casino” with Robert Deniro or an old classic (aka an 80′s movie in 2012 terminology). Enjoying late night films at the lake is something that my brother and I have started to do over the past couple of years which I think is a good bonding time activity. Movies generally bring Medve’s together. In my house here in Saskatoon, you’ll always hear my dad rejecting a movie here and there because “It would be better to watch (for the first time) at the lake on a rainy day”. Those movies tend to end up in the travel bag bound for the house up north. “Grease”, which needs no description is a very popular choice up at our cabin. “Grease” or “Big” with Tom Hanks are two of the films that seem to get watched at least once during our stay up there in the summer months.
One of the things I seemed to be captivated by when I was younger was building buildings and homes with these multi-coloured and multi shaped blocks. I used to spend so much time designing layouts of the ‘properties’ I would be creating in my head. I didn’t draw out mini blueprints or anything intense like that, but I did put thought into each and everything I built and designed. It was rather excessive at times. I can literally recall finishing the projects and getting someone’s attention to be indulgently complimented on what I had spent the past thirty minutes making from just blocks into something spectacular (or spectacular in my eyes). There probably are a few pictures somewhere of the best ones. As you can probably tell, I was really proud of them. I’d like to see them now… I’d be able to objectively judge whether they were as good as my mind’s eye is showing me. Making these mini homes and buildings must have been my way of using my creativity since I wasn’t a colouring book child.
My mom always said I would end up being an architect, which is a career path I’ve since realized is way above my creative and intelligence capabilities. I’m convinced she just wanted me to design/ build her a big, lavish home. Which is fine by me. I’ve said for a while now that I plan to buy my mom a massive home when I start to become successful in my (so far) non existent career. A promise I plan on keeping. Writing this I can acknowledge the connection now. I never realized the ties between the building blocks at the cabin and my love for beautiful real estate. It’s crazy how looking back on your childhood can give you clues to your future and explain certain things. Very interesting.