Do you know what adult summer means?
FARKING NOTHING! It means nothing. There isn’t some huge long break to look forward to anymore. You can still stay out late at bonfires and concerts, but you’re going to be dragging ass at work in the morning.
So for now, I will remember kid/teen summers:
Cartoons in the morning
The sweet “ooh OOH ooh ooh ooh” of the mourning doves
Bologna sammiches on white bread
Running through the sprinkler
Catching lightning bugs
Sneaking out late to shoot hoops in the driveway
Letterman and Leno
80’s rock in my 1990 Cutlass Ciera
Hide n Seek
Toilet papering trips
Long long bike rides
Entire weekends at Grandma’s house
Lottery tickets in the spokes of our bikes
Rollerblading in the cemetery down the road
Falling asleep with no worries
Swimming at Whirlpool Park and the Chemi-Trol pool
Tacos and footlong hot dogs
Late night swims
Reading for fun
Oh man. Kids, appreciate your summers.