Today is the last day of school for the kids around here and while I don't yet* have a school-ager, it has me longing for the summer vacations of years past.
Summers of my childhood involved secret forts with strict no-boys-allowed policies and super-secret passwords to be allowed in, playing house and fighting over who got to be named "Kate," begging and pleading for money for the ice cream man and plucking stalks of rhubarb from the garden to eat them raw. A clown-head sprinkler on hot days, homemade popsicles and gulping down glasses of Kool-aid before returning outside to our bikes, dolls or jungle gym. We climbed trees, swam in horse tanks, spent days at a time with each set of grandparents and suffered through swim lessons.
We had the best summers - carefree and easy.
I want to be 8 again.
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*The local school board passed the 2012-13 school year so I now know Elliot's first day of school will be Tuesday, August 14, 2012. Freaky.