I remember riding home on the bus the last day of school and the driver blasting Pink Floyde "Another Brick In the Wall".
I remember sleep overs in the back yard, going to the pool and wrestling with the boys in the deep end. I remember winning the contests for being able to stay under water the longest, cruisin in my Uncle's 59 Impala convertable, neighborhood water balloon fights, blasting the radio listening to Duran Duran, Thompson Twins and Adam Ant until one of the parents would run us off and then we'd go to the next house.
I remember that 19 years ago this summer my best friend was killed in an accident two weeks before we started 9th grade and how that changed how I saw the world. Sometimes, it seems like just yesterday.
This summer my daughters and I are gardening, jumping on the trampoline, going swimming at the pool in town and fishing on the local rivers. We're bird watching and camping. We're biking (now that I can again.)
Thanks for starting this Holly, it made me think of sweet days, and bitter sweet ones. Made me laugh and cry (a little) remembering days gone by.
But I'm really looking forward to getting to see it all again, from the parents point of view.
