It is so hard to believe that Summer break is already half over. When I was a kid the Summers seems to last forever. The next school year was so far away and the warm summer days under the big sweet gum trees at my parent's house held so many wonderful memories. Making my own herb garden, playing hide and seek with my brother, digging my own swimming pool that was no more than a big mud hole but boy it was mine and I sat in the muddy hole all day, until my dad got home and made me fill it back up with dirt.
I remember having the best lunches outside sitting on the monkey bars; which was actually old airport equipment. It was metal and would fold up or down to make steps and it had wheels on it so we could more it all over the yard. Mom always made tuna salad sandwiches on white bread with a side of pringles and fresh strawberries and always, always served with yummy strawberry koolaid. The kind that would stain your lips for a few days. We never seemed to get too hot or tired and we stayed outside all day until the sun set and the stars shown brightly above.
My brother and I would ride his go-cart for hours, ride our bikes around and around the small cove we lived on, catch lighting bugs in old jars and play in the dirt pile by the driveway. Childhood memories are the best. We never went anywhere, no big vacations to the beach, no summer camps, but we made some great memories just enjoying what we had in our own backyard.
