As a child, I was always excited about having picnics. I even have a picture of me as a one-year old baby taken during one picnic day with my cousins. In the photo, I looked very eager to open a box of Cheese Curls. Back when everyone in my family lives in the same house and computers and other electronic gadgets were less popular, we used to spend some weekends visiting the park and having lunch together. In my memory, I can still vividly recall details of our gorgeous feast: a picnic straw mat filled with plates of delicious ham, egg, and cheese sandwiches; hot and crispy chicken; sweet and creamy fruit salad; and thick swirls of chocolate ice cream. After lunch, we usually just chat and laugh at our silly jokes, listen to the soft melodies of my cousin’s guitar, or ride our bikes around the park. Those picnics were really fun.
