No matter how many places I live, home will always be where I was born and raised. Maine will always be the place I experience the magic of childhood and the wonder of growing up. Pleasant memories are always gilded in gold. Oftentimes when we go back to chase those experiences the thrill falls short. I have found that this is not the case when going back to Maine. No matter how long I am away Maine seems to stay the same, the same green trees, the same clean air, and the same smell of the rising tide. Although I do not get to see my family often, when I do it feels like no time has passed. I still feel like the same little girl floating down tidal rivers with my mother, sister and aunt, although this time we have a new generation joining us. One of my greatest childhood dreams was to rent a cottage on the coast of Maine. This summer I was lucky enough to book a stay at the Moody Cottage in Harpswell. The cottage is perched above a working fishing dock, where you can buy lobsters fresh off the boat. The cottage was full of charm, history, and plenty of spots for the kids to play pirates. It was also a quick walk to a small beach where we spent much of our time swimming to the nearby islands. Harpswell also has many trails that are kid are friendly, including the Cliff Trail where you can build your own fairy house. It is magical to revisit my childhood while my children make their own memories on the same rocky shores. It feels full circle, like I’m sharing a part of my soul with them. It feels like home.