Watching her from my porch across the street reminds me of the summers I spent growing up. It’s gotten me all nostalgic. I am most reminded of my childhood when I hear cicada’s on a hot humid day. Then I think about how wonderful it was to grow up when I did.
There was never a shortage of kids to play with where I lived. My parents couldn’t afford summer camp so we spent our time exploring our neighbourhood. Unsupervised.
We didn’t know anybody with a pool (excpet the alcoholic down the street…) so instead we kept cool in the creek behind our house. Or in a sprinkler. Or sometimes just a hose.
We’d sit under bridges. Or hang out under trees.
Playing with Pound Puppies, Popples, Strawberry Shortcake, My Little Pony.
We would make bracelets out of gimp and make each other friendship pins to decorate our shoes with.
We would put a tennis ball in a knee high and play Hello Hello Hello Sir against a brick wall (only if our parents weren’t home – the bouncing drove them nuts).
Now tell me – what are your favourite memories of growing up? What fond memories have stuck with you through the years?