


When we were kids, summertime meant freedom. Days and nights were spent riding bicycles to the pool, eating endless popsicles, playing flashlight tag and catching fireflies in jars. It was having Wednesday night sleepovers, and not knowing what month it is, much less what day of the week.
Now, I know only too well what day and month it is (Copy deadline! Monday morning meeting!) Utilities bills don’t stop because it’s summer...neither do piles of laundry or overgrown yards.
I’m making it my goal for the rest of the summer to spend a little bit of time taking things back...old school-style. I take the pup to the park where we watch ducks and chase each other in the grass before work. I spent a friend’s birthday at a water park, clinging to my inner tube and feeling the same exhilaration I did when I was a kid, as I rushed though tunnels and splashed into the pool below. I went to the beach twice on Saturday, just because I could.
Anyone else have any ways to reclaim the youthful feel of summertime? Do you spend nights furtively spitting watermelon seeds off the porch? Do you cover your sidewalk with murals and hopscotch boxes? Do you have a neighborhood kickball team? Inspire me...give me some ideas!
| cara.gracie | Summertime
Posted Thu, 07/17/2008 - 11:08
My mom was wonderwoman. She was always making sure we were occupied with some sort of project. I have a sister, and she and I, along with a cousin and 2-3 neighborhood girls, would gather at my kitchen table on various summer days. My mom would supply us with paint, markers, and fun trinkets to glue to things. We created sweatbands, bracelets, sun visors, t-shirts and more, all on various occasions. I now think I may need her by my side encouraging me to paint.
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