Saying that I spent two summers working at a shrimp cannery in Bay Center doesn't fully explain my connection to Willapa Bay. The full explanation is that I grew up there.
Much of what is good and bad about me stems from my time spent there. While I worked there for two summers, I didn't work there for six more. In fact, I spent every summer, from age 11 to 19, living on the bay. And I do mean living.
For two months each year, I was free to explore. I explored the bay. I explored the forests around it. I explored the streams that flow into it. I learned about fishing, geology, girls, and drinking. I learned to play softball and win.
Many firsts occurred in Bay Center. I drove a car. I got drunk. I got laid.
After a summer on Willapa Bay, I could spend the rest of the year being my calm, normal self. Now that I don't have those summers, being calm and normal is much harder.
But the memories still calm me. When I need to, I still sit on the bluff, watch the sun fade beneath the bay, listen to the wind, and ponder the future.
2:31:35 PM
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