Summer Memories and What Lies Ahead
We all have those blissful memories of youth and summer. Whether it was eating watermelon in the cul-de-sac or enjoying snow-cone or popcorn machines the grownups on the street rented for a special event like the Fourth of July. Or maybe it was just traipsing through the mud out behind the house or down the creek. There’s something about the discoveries and kaleidoscopes of youthful perception that stay in our psyche forever.
Some of you know I am taking a brief vacation from blogging. I’ve asked some excellent blogger friends of mine to do some guest blogging and so far Marcia has been kind enough to offer her muse during my “get my head together” and “recharge my writing batteries” time. This summer should be an amazing time for my family and I know I will be writing some of my best stuff. Furthermore, I feel a sense of arrival with my “inspiration” writing niche. I’ve had one other niche since I started, you may recall the “language blog” days … that ended up being forced. I’m hopeful I will stay excited about writing on inspiration until I am old and grey … well, old … I’m already turning grey ;)
A few others besides Marcia have shown interest in guestblogging so stay tuned for theirs. I should be back full-swing in a week or so. Thanks for being patient and checking back. For now, since it doesn’t require much effort on my part, I checked in tonight with a question for you:
What is the strongest memory of youth and summer you can recall?
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When I moved to Victoria I was about 7. An older neighbor across the street (don’t ask me how it started) decided to lend my friend, Brice and I and my sister his instruments. A Saxophone and drums. Brice, Sall and I would sit on the lawn, beside the road, playing our hearts out and most likely annoying the neighborhood to no end. I would pretend I was I was in a jazz band and I would blow into the Sax, lifting it high into the air and then back down, sure that I was sounding amazing and looking professional (: And then we’d eat fresh and super juicy plums off of our neighbors tree.
Now I really want summer and green and flowers to be here!
Wow! You made my day with that one. Aren’t childhood/summer memories powerful? So, did you ever pick up a sax again? I used to ride my dad’s Gibson acoustic guitar like a horse.
As a child, I remember the country club pool and playing hide and seek and kickball in our front yard. As a teenager it was listening to my brother play his guitar or walking around the neighborhood with friends all the time and at night, just talking and laughing and putting one foot in front of the other,
Great memories.
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Hi Marcia. Hey, I want to grow up in a Country Club! ;)
To kids it matters not where just so it’s outdoors and free. I try to keep those memories of freedom alive. It seems as we age, they doors close in in that and we must work to jar the door open! Great comment, very visual for me.
I haven’t picked up a Sax…YET…but there’s always time! Memories are amazing, thanks for making me review mine (:
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