Adult Summer

21 Jul

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
Camping out
Toilet papering trips
Long long bike rides
Entire weekends at Grandma’s house
Lottery tickets in the spokes of our bikes
Mud pies
Rollerblading in the cemetery down the road
Climbing trees
Falling asleep with no worries
Swimming at Whirlpool Park and the Chemi-Trol pool
Tacos and footlong hot dogs
Kickball tournaments
Dirty feet
Tangled hair
Late night swims
Cedar Point
Backyard wrestling
Reading for fun

Oh man.  Kids, appreciate your summers.


Posted by on July 21, 2011 in 1990's Nostalgia, When I Was Young


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3 responses to “Adult Summer

  1. Erin Seabolt Bond

    July 21, 2011 at 9:00 pm

    No WAY. We totally had the same first car!

    • erica42285

      July 22, 2011 at 7:10 am

      That’s so funny! What color was yours? I had a white one.

  2. Tim

    July 24, 2011 at 9:35 am

    I miss those summers


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