I think every child wishes for an eternal summer. Many of my childhood memories revolve around green trees, long days, warm sun and time unaccounted for. It was all about discovery and adventure without fear of getting lost.
That is one of the many things I miss about living on the east coast…….the anticipation of summer. Since we live in Arizona, the seasons are a small luxury that I dream of. I tell my daughter tales of what I did during the summer when I was her age, leaving my house at dawn and returning only after dusk. It was about being outside and playing with what was out there.
2009 is a different time and I think that some of the stories get lost in translation. One thing for sure is that I will always have a a love for June 21st.
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