Once you’re out of high school, the idea of summer vacation becomes a distant memory… I think of those last few times you hear the bell ring before you’re out for the summer. I hear the distant sound of lawn mowers buzzing through suburban neighborhoods and kids screaming as they splash into the pool. I think fondly of summer cliches of eating freeze pops, lighting fireworks and the way the air smells when the grill is going and the way the world worked when we actually had to call our crush on a landline.
…as well as my own childhood memories from so many different summers of honeysuckles and swimming in a pond in Virginia… I remember sticker albums, my blue-haired mermaid doll, the skating rink, lisa frank, catching fire flies, choosing which color jellies I wanted and the 90’s dance music blaring from the “scary rides” at the carnival… I can literally remember the solid glitter paint job of the bumper cars and walking around with my mom as she watched me ride the kiddie-rides and the distant smell of cigarettes wafted through the summer night.
Now I live on the ocean on a small barrier island of summer dreams and beach kids, where there’s no such thing as winter and barely any fall. Ahhh, finally. SUMMERFOREVER.