It’s summer, 2012. But it’s not the same.
It’s not the season that I remember growing up.
I summered in the 70’s.
My days consisted of selling lemonade in a kool aid pitcher…turning the leftover lemonade into popsicles. (The Tupperware Lady was everywhere!)
My days began and ended riding my banana seat bike
without a helmet.
It was different, because I was still a kid.
I did kid things.
I collected fireflies and kept them in a jar to light our backyard campout.
I didn’t have a backyard pool, but we did have a neighborhood slip and slide.
Our neighborhood had everything and everyone watched everyone else’s kid. (Like it or not)
I liked summer a lot.
I still like summer,
<insert confession here> I just don’t appreciate it enough anymore.
I’m a teacher, trust me…summer is still sacred but it feels different.
<insert fact here> I’m not a kid anymore.
Please tell me there are still kids out there enjoying those days When Summer Was Sacred.
- Childhood Memories | Playing in the Sprinkler (heartfeltbalancehandmadelife.com)
- Ingredients For Summer Fun (thegunnysack.com)