I honestly can’t pick just one summer that is my favorite summer. Can you?
As a child, summer was freedom. We could stay up late, sleep in, and after chores were done, play all day. We could go to the pool and hang out with our friends. It was always hot and there was always something to do, someplace to go. Hours sitting under a tree, playing or just reading one of my bajillion books. Sitting on the carport as it rained and the air cooled just enough so that you could breath. Being in awe of the lightening and jumping when the thunder boomed.
We ran barefoot all day, every day. Well, unless Mama made us put our shoes on. That was a battle I’m sure she hated.
There were family BBQ’s and lots of homemade ice cream. Nights that lasted forever, catching lightening bugs, playing hide and seek in the twilight hours. Watching to see when the street lights came on, knowing it was time to go in and begging for just 5 more minutes to finish our game or whatever it was we were doing.
Riding in the backseat, windows down, listening to my Daddy and Uncle laughing as we went to get our Sparklers for the 4th of July. The shadows of light riding down Sleepy Hollow Road at night with a full moon shining through the trees.
Chigger bites, bee stings and mosquito bites making you itch and looking like a walking polka dot because you are covered in calamine lotion.
Horse shows at night, under the lights. That feeling of pride as I watched my older cousins or uncles, along with my Daddy showing the horses. That feeling of freedom as the cousins and I rode horses on hot Sunday afternoons, watching my brother and older cousin ride across the fields, their blond heads shining in the sun.
Visiting the family store and running down the main aisle with the whir of the ceiling fans overhead. Knowing when you get to the back your uncle is there with a pocketful of change so you can go next door and get an ice cream at the drugstore.
Fresh corn, fresh okra hot out of the frying pan, ice cold watermelon, Kool-Aid popsicles, banana pudding, potato salad, fruit salad, fresh coleslaw, hamburgers on the grill. Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches for lunch. Picking peas with my Great Grandmother and sitting on the porch shelling them. Learning to shuck corn. Walking the fields with my Great Granddaddy, learning what everything was as it sprouted. The smell of fresh dirt after a rain.
Sitting in church and watching my Granddaddy twiddle his thumbs, seeing how fast I could make that old paper fan go. Nodding off and feeling your grandmother poke you awake while he preached. The Senior lunches where you were always the star of the show and had your cheek pinched so much you would swear there was a bruise.
Long weekends at the lake, riding in the boat, the smell of the life jackets. Learning how to bait a hook, the pure joy as you reel in your fish. The horror of knowing you have to touch it so you can throw it back. Sitting on the porch in the evenings, getting drowsy as the sound of the grown-ups laughter fills your ears. Feeling your Daddy carry you to bed. Mama tucking you in. The sound of rain on the tin roof of the old cabin. Bunk beds and feeling like you’re on top of the world. Sunburns and the smell of Noxema.
Camping in the mountains. Needing a jacket when you first get up. That first sip of coffee in the cool morning mountain air. Watching the sun come up over the mountain top. The smell of the air.
Then there are the summers on the Gulf Coast. Walking the beach at night after work, watching the stars come out. The feeling that anything is possible and all your dreams can come true as you walk in the sand, seeing the moon reflect back at you on the ever moving water. Balmy air. Hearing nothing but the waves hit the sand and roll back out again. A kiss from your favorite guy with sand between your toes, feeling the tingle hit your soul.
Watching the sun rise over the water and seeing the sparkle as it’s reflected on the water. The calm waves, with the fish jumping and birds diving. Finding that one special shell that washed up during the night. Looking back and seeing your footprints are the only ones on the beach.
Dancing in the moonlight with the man you already know you are going to marry. Listening to the oldies and singing along, because you know all the words. These songs are the background music to your childhood. They take you back and make you smile.
The smell of fresh cut grass and the play of light as the sun shines through the trees. The excitement the Grands have as the school year comes to a close and their plans for the summer are made. Now I’m the one making the potato salad and making the banana pudding. Enjoying the chance I have to be the one to make sure that the kids have summers like I did.
This is a Secret Subject Swap. My prompt was:
What was your favorite summer of all time?
It was submitted by: The Angrivated Mom
This week 12 brave bloggers picked a secret subject for someone else and were assigned a secret subject to interpret in their own style. Today we are all simultaneously divulging our topics and submitting our posts. Grab a cup of coffee and go check out what every one else is writing about today
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