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I miss being home in the summer.
I miss the sitting on the patio and reading in the sunshine while ignoring the bugs and trying to save my snack from pup.
I miss seeing large chunks of green grass that I can confidently run barefoot in, without running into construction or fearing broken glass, etc.
I miss the boredom, the pacing up and down the house a zillion times, concluding each time that my house and town were the most boring places on earth. I miss the quiet freedom of summer, with nothing to think of, to worry about, to fret about.
I miss eating at the ancient picnic table with my family, my dad swearing at the mosquitos which always liked him the best, my mom rattling the ice cubes in her iced tea and my brother hunkered down, sucking in food, the dog wrapping her rope around the table and everyone's legs.
I miss home and family with no crisis, no crankiness, no feeling of getting old, no sense of having to rush and grow up to prove one's worth.
I miss throwing up my arms in frustration at the heat, and giving in and taking myself and my brother to the town pool, recently redone; chunks of the cement paint no longer can be peeled off with toes and fished out. New shapes and aquatic animals have replaced the uniform dayglow blue.
I miss hanging out with high school friends, whether at Julie's house, playing pool and swimming in her pool or walking the neighborhoods, chatting of hated teachers, the latest friend gossip and how much band continued to suck.
I miss being young and relatively irresponsible.
I miss feeling satisfied with myself and my life....
I miss the summer at home.
I miss the sitting on the patio and reading in the sunshine while ignoring the bugs and trying to save my snack from pup.
I miss seeing large chunks of green grass that I can confidently run barefoot in, without running into construction or fearing broken glass, etc.
I miss the boredom, the pacing up and down the house a zillion times, concluding each time that my house and town were the most boring places on earth. I miss the quiet freedom of summer, with nothing to think of, to worry about, to fret about.
I miss eating at the ancient picnic table with my family, my dad swearing at the mosquitos which always liked him the best, my mom rattling the ice cubes in her iced tea and my brother hunkered down, sucking in food, the dog wrapping her rope around the table and everyone's legs.
I miss home and family with no crisis, no crankiness, no feeling of getting old, no sense of having to rush and grow up to prove one's worth.
I miss throwing up my arms in frustration at the heat, and giving in and taking myself and my brother to the town pool, recently redone; chunks of the cement paint no longer can be peeled off with toes and fished out. New shapes and aquatic animals have replaced the uniform dayglow blue.
I miss hanging out with high school friends, whether at Julie's house, playing pool and swimming in her pool or walking the neighborhoods, chatting of hated teachers, the latest friend gossip and how much band continued to suck.
I miss being young and relatively irresponsible.
I miss feeling satisfied with myself and my life....
I miss the summer at home.