Frost Point Welcome Home

“Frost Point, welcome home.” This is what I hear every year for a month. Growing up as an army brat my family moved around a lot. This was the same for my uncle and cousins. It took years for either of our families to find a forever home. During this early time in my life there was only one place that never changed. Frost Point. My grandmother, aunts, uncles, cousins and parents gather with their 12 children to Rideau Ferry, Ontario, Canada every summer for a month. Every few years my home would change, Frost Point never did. It was the one constant home in my life, and it still is. I would arrive at the beginning of summer and everything would be exactly as I left it. If there is anything I’ll be able to remember forever, it is every element
I will look out and think of everything I have learned on this lake. Sailing, driving a motorboat, learning how to row boats and sculls, skiing, wakeboarding, hydroplaning, zip lining, driving, fixing everything from boats to cabinets and sewer pipes. All my skills and what makes me as a person, I learned in Frost Point. I have experienced failure and learned how to overcome it from my aunts and uncles, who went through similar struggles. I have been taught to never give up and always do what you love. Through all my family and my 8 other cousins I see myself, in what they do, in what they like, and how they love Frost Point as much, or even more, than I do. Most days I will help my aunt with lunch, someone will walk through the kitchen and ask if we have seen a certain person, considering there are at least 24 of us on 3 acres of land and surrounded by water, it is unlikely that person has walked through the kitchen in the last 5 minutes. When this or any of the other numerous repetitive scenarios happens my aunt will look at me and say, “Frost Point, welcome home.” And for me, it truly is