One of the things I gave my children on the first day of summer vacation was a journal.
Usually, this was just a black-and-white composition book that they could decorate the cover of with stickers or collage. When we took day trips together to a museum or a park we would take our “summer books” with us. I had one, too.
I still find these around the house, from time to time, and they make me smile. “Went to the park, then got Carvel,” one might say.
A sweet, summer memory from childhood. This is what all children deserve.