Children, children everywhere! School is out for the summer.
Ah. Summer vacation!
Who doesn’t remember the last day of school and endless possibilities that lay ahead?
last days of school were excruciating. They seemed to drag on for an
eternity. It was warm and we all wanted to be outside, not cooped up in a
classroom being tested on how much we had paid attention during the
I remember gazing out the classroom window and
imagining the fun I was going to have. I lived in a neighborhood packed
with kids. The possibilities were endless. The canal was always a place
to spend time fishing and catching turtles and crawdads. The park was
just a hop, skip and a jump across the canal and always filled with
friends and activity.
On first order was a pass to the swimming
pool. All the neighborhood kids would race to the pool to be the first
one in when the gates opened. Hours of splashing, playing and getting up
the nerve to jump off the high-dive followed.
This is where I also cultivated my love for Charleston Chews.
After a quick trip home for supper, it was back to the pool for the last few hours of freedom.
then there was the cottage. The first was at Flat Rock near Oakwood.
Just a small cottage built on the banks of the river. It was two rooms
with more beds than anything else. My cousin Brad and I would take the
Jon boat out on the river and row and row. We knew the twists and turns
and channels like the back of our hands.
The second cottage was an
A-frame on Bass Lake in Hillsdale, Michigan. Shared with the Best
family, countless memories were made. The structure was built by the
hands of the two family patriarchs. The early memories are some of the
best. Weekends were spent getting as much done as possible before the
end of that first summer.
Following summers were spent enjoying the spoils of their hard work.
in general was a lot simpler then. We didn’t spend a lot of time
indoors and if you wanted to talk to a friend, you got on your bicycle
and rode to their house and did it in person. I recently saw a post on
Facebook with a picture of a yard with a half-dozen bicycles in front
and it said “This is how we knew where our friends were before cell
phones.” How true.
Watching television was a treat as mom was always shooing me outside. “It’s a nice day. Go out and play.”
didn’t have video games, iPads, DVDs or even CDs. If you listened to
music it was on the radio or American Bandstand on Saturday morning.
The summer will fly by for most and soon be a fond memory as it’s back to books and Smartboards.
I don’t get a summer vacation anymore. The price you pay for being an adult. Why did I ever want to grow up so fast?