Above: Chris Marietti continues his quest to visit every MLB ballpark. Here he is with his family in Arizona at Chase Field watching the Diamondbacks.

When our kids were very young, they used to like lying in a hammock with me and looking up at the sky. We would all speak softly, watch birds and clouds, and just enjoy the respite from a hectic summer day. It’s one of my most cherished memories. – Maria Baratta

Tucking my children into bed in Vermont after a long trip and listening to my husband play the piano. – Beth Brasor

Time at the beach with my family – Sue Busch

Staying in Ocean City, NJ, with my kids when they were little at a rental, riding the rides with them, and spending the day on the beach. – Jen Couchoud

Walking on Brewster Flats during low tide with my two daughters on our Cape Cod vacation about 25 years ago. – Scott Cullen

Can’t think of one, but there were many camping trips to Bass River State Forest—singing around the campfire, picking wild blueberries, and canoeing. There were also many memories at the Jersey shore. Seaside Heights was my favorite place to be as a teen—go early, have breakfast on the way, sunbathe and swim, shower, and walk the boardwalk—boardwalk fries and pizza, great games (where you could actually win great prizes), and rides. Summer meant freedom, with carefree days and lightning-bug nights. – Sara Del Castillo

Watching and listening to the fireworks with my family at Weirs Beach on Lake Winnipesaukee in Laconia, New Hampshire. We could see the fireworks reflected in the water along with the boat lights and hear the boats toot their horns when there was a really great burst of color or a loud boom. Seeing the aurora borealis one late summer night was an unforgettable spectacle. – Barbara Drew

Spending two weeks at Ship Bottom on Long Beach Island, biking and hiking. – John Fowler

My dad’s Argentine, so my favorite summer memories are of visiting Argentina for Christmas, the juxtaposition of spending the holiday in 90-95-degree weather and getting extra time off from school for these visits. It felt like getting “bonus” summer in those years. – Mike Gianella

May 8, 1945 (VE Day). I was eleven years old. I rode around on my bicycle waving a Union flag, celebrating the end of the war in Europe. – Michael Howe-Smith

Never you mind! – Janet Hubbard

Many. One is a lazy day at our former lake home in the Poconos with friends. – Andrew Kidd

In my 20s and 30s, I would windsurf and hang out with friends on the lakes in Minnesota. – Dianne Kidd-Ross

I fell in love with baseball in the mid-80s. Living about an hour outside of Manhattan, I became a rabid Mets fan as that franchise was experiencing what turned out to be one of the precious few upswings in their history. While that upswing was going, I was glued to the TV on as many nights as the Mets were on broadcast TV, since we didn’t have a cable package that showed the Mets much of the time.  I absorbed as much as I could, not just about the Mets, but about any major league baseball I could see anywhere—Yankees, Phillies, Braves—any game on ESPN. I got to know MLB stadiums really well through these broadcasts, noticing the details that set each apart. And starting in the late 80s, I had the opportunity to visit some that were within day-trip driving distance. NY, Philly, Baltimore. As we entered the 90s, my father and his buddy hatched plans to visit multiple new stadiums every year on a week-long trip. The two families piled into a van and spent long days commuting between cities and action-packed nights seeing games in locales that, at the same time, seemed both familiar and new in so many ways. These trips solidified my love of the game, my love of travel, and my love of family and community. I was so glad to be able to continue that tradition in my marriage and eventually with our own kiddos. Now, Jakob and Daphne didn’t seem to harbor the same feelings their parents had for the baseball component of the trip, but it was a beautiful experience to have them with us as we saw the home game for the Arizona Diamondbacks, the last franchise whose home stadium we hadn’t yet been to. – Chris Marietti

I love summer weather. Throwing on a summer dress and my straw hat and I’m ready for any summer event! – Lynne Molnar

A trip my parents, sister, and I took to New York City in the summer when my sister and I were about 12. Our great-uncle lived in Manhattan and, at the time, was about 75 years old. He took us all around Manhattan—walking! When he dropped us back at our hotel, he walked home. We could barely move. – Jane Root

Camping with my family in the Adirondacks and along the St. Lawrence Seaway. – Steve Saddlemire

Sailing the Saranac Lakes with my then-girlfriend, Michele, at the end of the summer season. – Joe Schenk

Sailing on Menemsha Pond with John, my late husband, at the helm. – Anne Sears

Summer days in Ortley Beach. – Lynda Shapiro

Lynda and I usually block the July 4 week for camping in Cape May. We do the beach, the wineries, eat unlimited crabs, and meet with old friends. It’s always a relaxing escape. – Roger Shapiro

As a child and adolescent, huge family picnics. I have about 50 first cousins. Both my mother and father had big families. Lots of food, fun, and only a few minor injuries. – David Thomas

I am really looking forward to our focus on expanding our community. I’m excited that we’ve hired a dedicated Community Connector. I can’t wait to see how all this unfolds, and how I can most effectively participate. – Jayme Trott

Swimming at Pacific Beach in San Diego, CA, where I grew up until age 15 (Mom always had amazing sandwiches ready for me and my brother after body-surfing and exploring the tide pools). – Brian Tucker

One of my favorites was the summer Keziah, and I had to be home for work obligations, and on a spur-of-the-moment, I suggested we drive to Mt. Desert Island for the weekend. That was so crazy—10 hours each way—but we made it back in time for her Monday 3 p.m. shift at the coffee shop in Lambertville. – Dan Tuft

Catching frogs in Jacob’s Creek with friends. – Susan Vigilante