Summer Vacation

Summer vacation as a kid – it was pure magic. No school. No alarms. Just the sweet freedom of doing whatever the heck you wanted.

I remember the first day of summer break. It was like the whole world was yours. You’d wake up late. You’d eat cereal in front of the tv, like it was your job, and then make the bold decision to go outside and play.

No plans. No schedule. Just the general vibe of “let’s see what a day takes us.”

And the whole neighborhood would turn into your own personal playground, right? You’d be out there with your friends, your bike, and whatever strange contraption you could find to turn into a horse. 

No-one would tell you to come back in, until it was dinner time, which usually meant that your mom was screaming your name from two blocks away. And you know that was your signal to get your butt home. 

And if you were lucky, you would get the advice to stay outside until the street lights come on, which meant you had hours of unstructured chaos ahead of you.

Did that bring back any memories for you, because it sure did for me.