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The summer of 2000
stuck in my mind for eternity
A sight that I'll always love to see.

There was a lot of bad
very little good and 
I remember the bad 
way more than I should

While bad things did happen 
without a doubt 
That's not what this 
is all about

Eight days of vacation
had NEVER been done
Was there any such
thing as that much fun?
Fun in the mist of Chaos at home?
Did we dare pack up
the car and roam?

The vacation was planned
and the hotel paid for
so we finally decided 
to head out the door.

An eight hour drive 
with a stop in between
South of the Boarder
which we had all 
never seen.

It was finally in sight 
through the bright sun light
Myrtle Beach here we are
I had wished on a star
that we could all go far,
far away from where
the bad things are.
Were we far from 
where the bad things are
or did they all get packed in the car?

The next eight days
went really GREAT
Staying home would 
have been such a mistake

A hotel room with a 
microwave, fridge and a sink,
plenty of room for cold things to drink
Out the door and down the steps
there was the beach that was truly the best
The sound of the waves
and sand between our toes,
no better feeling would we ever know.

Lots of crab legs 
and steamed spiced shrimp
Our plates piled high
we could not skimp

Early morning runs
on the beach in the sun
really were lots of fun
Late night walks in the sand
bought us closer than we ever did plan

An amusement park
with lost of rides
Putt putt golf and
water slides
Go cart tracks 
so many to choose
Who would win and
Who would loose
Lots of cars 
so many to pick from
it didn't matter,
we all could get some.

As the days went by
we had lots of fun
from the morning sun
until the day was done

Eight days of fun, 
peace and quite
Months of saving 
so we could buy it.
When it was all said and done,
we had proved that we 
could all have fun,
Fun in the mist of 
chaos at home?
YES, way more fun
than we had ever known.

No matter how bad
things really are 
I'll always remember 
that summer by far
Eight days of good things
that will forever be,
the days that went
down in history.
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