Cape May Point Fort (Bunker)
Childhood Playing Army Memories
What better thing as a young child but to have a fort? What could be better than having an abandoned WWII Bunker on the beach where you spent your childhood? This, before the times of major paranoia about child abductions when your grandparents who you spent the summer’s with gave some very basic rules for instance:
1. Come home for lunch
2. Come home for dinner
3. Come home when it gets dark
There were some others, but they are not pertinent. So, as a young boy who spent his entire summers in Cape May Point, New Jersey, the whole little seaside village and its surrounding environments were free for exploration, play, pretending and well just being what today’s youth sorely lack — a kid.
Last year when the muscovite invasion began here in Kyiv, I wrote stories about those summers which were usually tied to particular geographic landmarks or businesses. This one is an ode to a place where I must have spent thousands of hours that I left out last year. The story is also a gift to all my friends and supporters in the Cape May Point and Cape May area. Some of them live there, others have memories of their youth like me and some I have never actually met in person. What’s important is that when I was processing life in a war zone, they…
