Last Joys of Summer

By Kelly Bridgewater

I remember one late August night standing under the streetlight at the corner by my best friend, Robin’s, house. We were trying to capture every moment of summer that was possible because the next day started another school year.

That summer was fun.

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Swimming in her pool for hours.

Riding our bikes around the neighborhood. A huge hill in our neighborhood that all the kids came together and raced up and down for hours.

Playing imagination games.

The older boys scaring us with an abandoned house in the woods to the south of our neighborhood. Might have started my obsession with mysteries.

Playing Barbies.

Making our own obstacle courses with tree limbs and leaves.

Hiding in a bush that her mother had at the corner of the house that was perfect for spying and telling secrets from.

Playing Bloody Mary.

The heat really did not bother me then. It sure does now.

Too bad I can’t go back in time like the tv shows or the movies and tell my younger self to not miss every little second.

It goes too fast.

Next thing you know you’re an adult who works 40 plus hours a week and have no fun at all.

Have to pay those bills.

I have tons of fond memories of being a child, and I would do anything to return to those days.

How about you? Have any summer memories as a child that stand out to you? I would love to read them.