Fortescue, NJ

Got to go to the Atlantic Ocean and Delaware Bay on Sunday. Went around with my sister, Barbara, and went to a lot of the places along the Delaware Bay we went as children, places we haven't been together in close to 30 years. We used to go camping by the bay with our and Dad and first stepmother, Diane. Walking along the beach looking down at the detritus washed in by the tide: floats from fishing nets, seashells, small red sponges, blue claw and horseshoe crab carcasses; or wandering out onto the tidal flats, wading though the tide pools looking for seahorses, pipefish, hermit crabs and other aquatic life to add to our salt water aquarium at our house on Shiloh Pike. These are some of the happiest memories of my, and our, childhood.

Even after 30 years my Sister and I agreed that little had changed in South Jersey, and many places still looked mostly the same, like taking a trip back in time. My friend Jeff Kelly, when visiting back in 2000, commented that it was like "the land that time forgot".

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