Bohemian Single Mom posted an email she got. It starts this way:
Close your eyes… And go back…
Before the Internet or ATM machines
Before semi-automatics and weed
Before playstation or X-Box
Before the 5 hours of homework you put off every night…
..Way back…
What do you remember from childhood? What are your dreams from summer? I remember one summer with my two next oldest cousins, Mike and Mel. Our grandparents had taken us somewhere, near a river, with these amazing, gorgeous, ancient-looking trees that grew low and snaked parallel to the ground. I remember music in the trees, and glass jars with holes punched in the lid. I remember the scent of grass hotted up by the sun all day releasing its pent-up sunshine to the dusk. I remember a jar full of lightning bugs, the mysterious pulse of them, the gravid way they flew, silouetted by the almost night sky. I remember knowing that night for what it was… pure magic, running through stopped time, catching lightning, laughing with family.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I was just thinking about this same thing last evening. Something about the way the air felt last night brought me back to my childhood and summertime. I think summer does that to us, it reminds us of a time when we were out of school and didn’t have a care in the world.
My childhood summers were filled with barbecues, days at the beach, baseball games and family trips up and down the east coast. The east coast is a wonderful place to experience summer.