Jun 03, 2009 18:04
When it's hot out and I get home from work all sweaty and gross, I like to put my feet in the bath tub and run cold water on them. Aaaaaaaah.
Why is it that nice, warm weather always somehow reminds me of being a kid? Summer is: playing tag in all the neighbors' yards until the sun has gone down, hamburgers cooked on a crappy old hibachi that has lost its legs (and is now perched on the low wall next to the driveway), sleeping in a tent in the back yard, scorching the soles of your feet on hot asphalt, melty tri-color popsicles from the convenience store, playing on the empty playground at the school, jumping your bike next to the church down the street, picking blackberries at the playfield (before those neighborhood kids found a dead body in the bushes), dancing to DJ Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince in the living room while your parents are gone, eating Hostess cakes in the 7-Eleven parking lot after going to the library up the street, scraped knees and mosquito bites, half-assed tennis with garage sale rackets at the community center, the ice cream maker turning on the Fourth of July.