As much as I've complained about my dad, this memory actually involves him. Mackinac Island. The family was on a RV road trip and we stopped close by. My mom was feeling under the weather, so he took me to the nearby island. Think Colonial Williamsburg. We took the fast roostertail ferry there and back, explored, got some tourist kitsch enjoyed ourselves and came back. It's one of the only truly happy memories from my childhood. One that's not tinged with any other emotion.

Do you have a non-Christmas holiday tradition?