I had a pretty rough childhood with my dad, so good memories are hard to think of. Actually, I can think of one. We had a crushed shell driveway, and I liked to go out there and find nice shells and save them. I had a nice little collection going. One day, dad surprised me - wouldn't tell me where we were going - drove all the way down to Ft. Myers or something to The Shell Factory. I was in heaven. Okay, I was like 7 years old. It was a big deal. lol