I remember going to Lake Emily, a small lake in Central Wisconsin with a county park. We would get there early so my Mom could set her folding chair under the giant weeping willow. Us kids would swim all day. There was the kids slide and also the diving raft out in the deep water, providing me the motivation to teach myself to swim. Dad would fish on the boat and we would have our picnic lunch of potato salad, sandwiches, and lemonade. And walk up the many steps on the hillside to the concession stand to buy however many popsicles, candy, or jaw breakers 25 cents could buy.