Those Summer Days

Those summer days when you are hot and sweaty, craving to sit in an ice chest full of ice and a cool drink, not wanting to move or touch yourself, the extra body heat not wanted or needed.

Those summer days when the musky scent of a passing field transports you back to childhood when those fields were your world, worlds of endless possibilities, where you fought with the best of the Jedi Masters, journeyed with Frodo towards Mordor or simply dreamed of what life might be.

Those summer days when wind blown, lake soaked hair and flip-flop tanned feet were the fashion.

Those summer days when you sit in the cool shade of an obliging tree with a beautiful, yellow paged book, who's rough pages smell divinely in the warm air.

Those summer days when those books become old friends, creating memories, experiences, dreams, and so much more. 

Those summer days when 3 months seems like an age, like you have all the time in the world to relax and have fun with friends.

Those summer days when you live in the pool only to be bribed out with a BBQed hamburger or hot dog.

Those summer days filled with ultimate frisbee games in the cool before dusk in an obliging park field. 

Those summer days when everything is well and good in the world and nothing seems like it will ever change or ever be bad again, because how could bad ever enter such a perfect world.

Those summers when summer reading programs were your life, and libraries offered much needed respite from the heat.

Those summer days filled with sleep overs, movie nights, late night swims, picnics, campouts, and so much more.

Growing up realizing that somehow the magic of those very same summer days has changed, changed because your season of life is changed, old friendships have changed, people have moved, you have moved, and somehow not so deep down you are still the same as in those summer days. Somehow you have lost the ability to create that same magic effortlessly, the ease with which it happened has somehow hidden itself away when the responsibilities and harshness of adulthood hit. Just think how much happier the world would be if we could keep that innocence, that magic, that wonder at the world.

Remember those summers when the stories inspired us on to greater things, to dream giant dreams, showing us the excitement of life?

Remember those summers when your favorite movie series released a new allotment and you had a movie marathon to prepare for going to the premier?

Remember those summers when you made it your goal to learn and master some new trick?

Remember those summers when the only shoes you wore (if you wore shoes at all) were flip flops?

Remember those summer days when you would live in your swimsuit?

Remember those summer days when you would sleep on the trampoline?

Never loose the magic.

Never ever let go of those memories, those carefree days.

Never give up on the campfire smell.