No, this is not summer. I'm wasting the good weather and free time with working 40 hours a week and attending a summer class. I'm not complaining about the class. I enjoy it. But, I could take a break from everything else.
I remember...
being able to read a book in a single sitting
staying up late, not worrying about getting enough sleep for work
going swimming in friends' backyard pools and sipping on lemonade
sitting on the deck of my old cabin in Eagle River, or on the pier watching the boats go by
ice cream cones melting from the heat and licking it off of my hands
taking random pictures on the rocks down by the lake
going to the mall with a group of friends
road trips with friends and family
watching old movies on TCM until sunrise
the Renaissance Faire
That is what summer means to me. I want my summer back. But the only way to get that is to be an adoloscent again. Why is everyone so bent on growing up? I wouldn't mind being a child again.
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