When I was a kid, Summer meant:
water gun fights
slip 'n slides
peanut butter and grape jelly sandwiches
a never ending supply of grape kool-aid
my mom's chocolate chip cookies, warm right out of the oven
Prell shampoo (my aunt Joyce used to wash my hair in her kitchen sink)
my aunt Joyce’s hush puppies
a houseful of neighborhood kids
all day spent at the pool
baby oil & iodine
popsicles
kick-the-can
hula-hoops
playing jacks on the front porch
coming home when the street lights came on
summer bible school with our next door neighbors
Coke & Cherry slurpees from 7-11
relatives visiting from England
crushes on the lifeguard at the neighborhood pool
drinking out of the garden hose
dancing around my bedroom to Donny Osmond
family vacations
weekly trips to the library
McDonald’s being a special treat
leaving the house in the morning, and only coming home for lunch and dinner
bike rides to the nearest Braum's for ice cream
my mom’s peach cobbler
God, I miss summer . . .
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