SUMMER
Its summer. That time of the year when schools out, teachers have no authority, and teenagers can do whatever we want. Its a time when you can sleep till noon and its not a saturday. Its a time when you can stay up till 5 in the morning and nobody thinks its weird. The rules change during summer. Theres no more detention no more studyhall. Just freedom. No rules. Just summer. A time for teenagers to stay out till dawn and do things that crazy teenagers do. Like letting a friend peirce your ear. Or getting so drunk you cant remeber what happened the night before. Well until you look at all the pictures you took with your camera. Its summer. Rules dont apply. Parents can't do shit to us anymore. Theres no more grades. Its summer we can go tanning by the pool and not in some stupid bed with lights that are to bright. Its summer. We can go swimming in a place were the sound doesnt bounce of the walls and it reaks of chemicals. Now it just smells of sunshine and watermellon. Now we can go get coffe and go late enought that we miss all the soccer moms in the morning. We can go in the back yard and light a ciggarete and not wonder if your parents are going to walk in any second. We can go to the movies in the middle of the day and throw popcorn at the screen and nobody can tell us what to do. We can stay out late and roast hotdogs and make smores over a fire that comes out of table. We can care less about sunscreen and we'll deal with the sunburn in the morning. We could care less about that speeding ticket that we could get. Because it doesnt matter. Its summer and if i want to go 70 in a 45 with my music blairing and all the windows rolled down i can. Because its summer. A time when we take so many pictures we wonder if we can remeber all the stories that go with them. A time when so many inside jokes are made theres no way we can remeber them all. A time when we just wish we could freeze time so that perfect moment will never end. That perfect moment of sitting on the trampoline and being crazy and nearly killing ourselves because we think we can do that jump. That time when we go up on the roof and watch the sunset and then try and count all the stars. When we stay out so late that night becomes day without us even realizing it. Its summer. A time when rules dont exist and all that matters is deciding what to do next. What crazy act could top yesterday. And then somehow it only gets better. The day gets longer. The nigst warmer. The memories crazier. The music seems to get just a bit louder. The colors seem even brighter. And heat never ends. Its summer