We started building the cabin in the summer of 1996 which would put me at the age of only 5 years old and my brother at age 9. Memory at that age is quite frankly non recallable, but for some reason I remember the first night up there very vividly. After my brother and I helped my dad throughout the day move small pieces of wood around this then lead into a nice bomb fire for the evening. We roasted marsh mellows and wieners and just chit chatted the day's accomplishments. Following the fire we set up our tents on the baseboards which we had completed that day. I'll never forget the night sky that evening, my mother and I laid on our sleeping bags outside the tent and simply wandered the stars until I fell asleep. I eventually found out why I never forgot the sky that evening, I learned how the light pollution of the city would always dim the stars of their true beauty, this made seeing them in such clarity that night with someone as special as my mother a memory that lasts a lifetime. .
Even with life being very simple around that age and years to follow it, it is astonishing the impact it has had on my memory. The bondage created in the on-going building of the cabin was something that my father and I still share to this day. Also, the sparking interest of the night sky is something that my mother and I still share with each other every time we visit the cabin. As time progressed from me being a young boy growing into my early teen years, I started remembering all the things that made the cabin fun. Aside from the traditional spoiled scoffs that my mom would prepare on a regular basis which I will discuss later in the paper, there was a wide range of activities that my family and friends took part in that really meant the world to me growing up. I would find myself bored in St. John's throughout the week just day dreaming about what adventure would happen next weekend at the cabin.
