Isle of Palms Winter/Spring 2019-20

17 www.IsleOfPalmsMagazine.com | www.ILoveIOP.com | www.IOPmag.com [ Feature ] the understood right to correct and punish us as they saw fit and then share with our parents what was going on. If you did something wrong, you could bet that the news of what you did beat you home. The same can be said for our neighbors on Sullivan’s Island – they were like extended family to us all, like aunts and uncles who helped raise us. That was just a day in our lives and, as far as we knew, it was the way every 12-year-old lived. We were not raised by our family; we were raised by the island. We were provided for by an island made up of gracious people in a place we called home. teen years – everyone did it at least once, but most did it every chance they got. When the afternoon started getting late, we headed home and grabbed our camping gear, fishing tackle and shotguns. We loaded six or eight of us into a couple of johnboats and cruised out to Little Goat Island to go camping for the night. While at the house, my mother asked, “What did you do today?” And I replied, “Nothing special, just hung on the island,” as I headed for the door. She reminded me to be home in time for church in the morning. Our group of kids was always welcome in each other’s homes, but if we crossed the line, our friends’ parents had Businesses flourished along Palm Boulevard in the 1970s. Catering to Charleston and surrounding areas since 1999. www.dishanddesign.com | 843.971.6701 Customizing each meal with your vision, tastes & budget in mind. Corporate Private Wedding Social