SUMMER HOLIDAYS.

SUMMER HOLIDAYS.

The Henderson family’s battered red car, affectionately named “Rosie,” creaked to a stop in front of the General Store. The little green caravan hitched to the back let out a metallic groan as it settled onto the gravel. Rosie was packed to the brim—suitcases strapped to the roof, an old fishing rod precariously sticking out of the window, and the scent of sunscreen wafting through the open doors.

“Are we there yet?” groaned ten-year-old Tim from the back seat, his face pressed against the window. His older sister, Jenny, rolled her eyes as she adjusted her sunglasses. She was already dreaming of lazy afternoons by the beach, far away from her brother’s endless questions.

“Not quite, kiddo,” said Dad, stepping out of the driver’s seat and stretching his legs. “We’ve got to pick up a few supplies here before we hit the sand.”

The General Store was a rustic gem, its weathered sign swaying slightly in the summer breeze. A wooden paddle hung above the doorway, and the faint aroma of fresh bread and salted taffy wafted out. Inside, the store was a treasure trove of small-town charm—shelves crammed with everything from tinned beans to postcards, and a small counter lined with jars of colorful candies.

“Welcome to the General Store!” called Mrs. Tilly, the plump shopkeeper with an apron covered in flour. She smiled warmly as the Hendersons piled in, her glasses perched precariously on the tip of her nose. “On your way to the beach, I see?”

“That’s right!” said Mom, already browsing the shelves. “We need some ice, a few loaves of bread, and—oh, look at these seashell necklaces, Jenny!”

Outside, Tim had discovered a small stand selling homemade lemonade. He tugged at Dad’s sleeve. “Can I get one? Pleeeease?”

Dad chuckled and handed him a few coins. “Just don’t spill it in the car, okay?”

As Tim gulped down his lemonade, he wandered over to the beach sign, tracing his fingers over the weathered letters. Just beyond the hills, he could hear the faint roar of waves and the laughter of distant seagulls. Excitement bubbled up inside him. The long drive was worth it—this was the start of their big summer adventure.

By the time the family piled back into Rosie, the caravan’s cupboards were stocked, and the kids were already squabbling over who got the best bunk. Mrs. Tilly waved them off with a cheerful, “Enjoy your holiday!” as Rosie sputtered back onto the road, the caravan bouncing along behind.

Ahead lay sunny days of sandcastles, salty air, and campfire marshmallows. The Hendersons weren’t just headed to the beach—they were chasing memories that would last a lifetime.