You never know the impact of childhood experiences
Tuesday, September 1, 2026 at 01:48PM
Lake View gravel pits, 1959 Last weekend, I biked the Sakatah Trail from the small town of Elysian to Sakatah State Park, just east of Waterville here in Minnesota. It is a lovely, mostly flat and shaded path, that took me not just past sloughs and lakes and fields of corn, but through memories as well. When I was a boy, my dad took the family to visit some old Iowa neighbors who had moved to Minnesota. They were living on a farm on Long Lake in the western part of the state. The farm, as I recall, had the usual old farm house, out buildings, and a barn. But what made it remarkable to me was that it sat on a lake. And there was a dock with a boat tied to it right behind the barn. Those lucky people could jump off the dock anytime they wanted! It was then that I decided I wanted to have a house on a lake. Much of my boyhood summers were spent with my grandmother and aunt in Lake View, Iowa. While their small house, hand built by my grandfather, did not sit on the shore of Blackhawk Lake, it was only a ten minute (hands-free) bike ride to public Crescent Beach. Although my aunt railed about how filthy the lake water was, we as kids loved it, taking swimming lessons there, playing in the sand, and diving off the two platforms just outside the swimming area - one high and one low. Friends and I would dive to the muddy bottom of the lake and bring up clams. Whether it was on Blackhawk Lake, in the nearby gravel pits where we would swim as a family Sunday afternoons, or in the dredge ditch near the farm where we lived, no time was better spent than in the water. Happily, I have been able to spend much of the past 25 or so years living my dream of living on water. I’ve had three houses (well, one was a trailer house) on nice sized lakes and my current townhouse sits on a small pond. While the pond will not support a pontoon boat, it offers many of the pleasures of a larger body of water - birds and turtles to watch and the serenity of small waves. Had my father not taken our family to Minnesota would I still have wanted to live on water? Perhaps. The trip was one I have long remembered fondly, spurred by last Sunday’s bike ride beside some beautiful Minnesota lakes. Which leads me to wonder what experiences I may have given my own children and grandchildren that they may long think about and even influence their aspirations. Might the trip with my daughter to China when she was a teenager instill a love of travel? Might the bike rides I did with my son along the Red Jacket Trail lead to a love of outdoor exercise? Might the Scout trips to the Boundary Waters and Philmont with my grandsons help them imbue the values they learned in Scouting? Or might being drug behind Grandpa’s pontoon boat on a rubber tube make them want one day to have a house on a lake themselves? Don’t just experience life. Share your experiences with others. You may never know the impact.








