I grew up with the privilege of being allowed to visit every summer for two weeks until I was around 12 years old. My great aunt owned a cottage in the campgrounds. She also had her home on the water in the bay at Oak Bluffs. This has been a dream of mine, to return for at least one more visit. I remember the Wed. night sings at the Tabernacle, riding the Flying Horses, renting bicycles to travel with my mother and sister around town. The main street with the old fashion candy shop. All I remember are nothing but wonderful times, friendly people and a peaceful time. I am now 61 years old and I want nothing more than to visit at least one more time. I would even return the ring I have kept all this time to the Flying Horses. It is the only thing on my "bucket list".. Joy is what I brought home from those trips. Remember picking the blueberries around the half circle road that led to the cottage parking. Wonderful!!!