Sherry at Semicolon had a list of summer memories from childhood, inspiring my own:
Fans at night and nap time (no AC).
Hearing mosquitoes buzzing in my ears at night.
Chasing fireflies.
Ice cream trucks.
Fudge pops.
Trips to the beach.
Visiting DQ afterward.
Thinking my aunt’s house with central AC was so luxurious.
Running through the sprinkler.
Drinking from the hose.
Families in the neighborhood bringing out lawn chairs to their front yards in the evenings and visiting back and forth while the kids played.
My dad taking the neighborhood kids on rides on his motor scooter.
Taking trips with my grandmother to visit my aunts and uncles and cousins.
Riding bikes everywhere.
Walking barefoot outside, being a real tenderfoot at the beginning of the summer and calloused by the end.
Stepping on the occasional cocklebur (or something like it – ours were flatter).
My birthday, sometimes celebrating it with three other cousins with birthdays in the same month.
Asking my mom what watermelon tasted like. She told me to try a piece if I wanted to find out. I finally did. We used to put salt on it.
Popsicles dribbling down our chins.
Going with friends to the pool.
Chinaberry fights (playful ones, not angry ones). We had enough chinaberry trees in the back yard for each kid to climb one, and we’d toss the berries at each other.
Vacation Bible School.
Playing tag, freeze tag, statue tag, Mother May I.
Sunburns.
Family reunions.
Taking glass bottle to turn in at the store for change.
Corn on the cob dripping with butter.
My dad barbecuing on the grill he made himself from a barrel.
Sleeping in.
Nehi Cola in grape, orange, and strawberry.
June bugs caught in the front screen door.
What are some of your summer memories?
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