Summertime
Growing up, summertime meant no more school. Getting up early to catch the bus. Excited about friends we only get to see in classes. Looking back I honestly don’t know which was more exciting, the first day of school or the last.
Summertime meant endless days visiting and spending more time with family. Memories of great times we’ll never forget. Whether your father’s mother or your mother, grandma’s house is where everybody met.
Summertime meant playing basketball in the neighborhood or pick-up games in the park. Playing when the sun was at its highest point to playing in the rain, if it was light enough. Anything to ignite that spark.
Cookouts every other day. Hamburgers, hotdogs, ribs, and leg quarters on the grill. Read rice, macaroni, baked beans, and potato salad on chill.
The days were longer but somehow the nights felt longer too. As long as you could stay awake, when it was summertime you didn’t have a bedtime and gained some extra hours on your curfew.
Summertime represented a freedom we sometimes don’t allow ourselves as adults. So let’s start enjoying life more. Taking time to do what we love and enjoying the results.
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I couldn’t agree more with your nostalgic reflection on summertime, reminding us of the joy, freedom, and precious moments spent with loved ones, where every day felt like an opportunity to create unforgettable memories
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