I was raised in a place that was paradise, yea that’s it… a paradise. To all those that visited. To those of us who lived there, we were stuck to the torments of the Jones. Every weekend a new parade. The Dutch navy as we referred to them would pour in every Friday, to only pack up and return on sunday to there 9-5 misery. Red point was there escape. And escape they did… To me, It was paradise, a water front community, endless summer adventures. Girls every weekend, private beach and boat ramp. New toys from dad. Boats jetskis atvs dirtbikes, every kids dream come true.
Paradise, revisited.
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Jacob E. Constien
Growing up on the upper chesapea kmke bay, Born and raised in cecil county, MD My childhood was a daily adventure, I spent most of my time in the woods or on the water. life was great. Mom Dad Gommy(my grandmother) and one older brother. life was headed in the right direction... or so it seemed from a boys perspective. View all posts by Jacob E. Constien
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