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Summer

I remember summmer--  
It takes me back to being a kid again.  
Of sitting on the wooden swing in front of my grandparents house.  
Of orange soda and devil dogs.  
Of staying up until it's early in the morning.  
And waking up when it's late in the afternoon.  
Of phone calls and long walks with best friends.  
Of ice cream in the middle of a rain storm.  
Of thunderstorms that shook the house.  
And firework that lit the sky up so bright.  
 
I remember summer--  
Smell of chlorine in my hair after getting out of the pool.  
Of getting to water parks before they have a chance to open.  
Of chicken strips and root beer, of standing under a giant bucket as it dumps gallons of water on my head.  
Of being with my dad on the weekends.  
Of staying with my grandparents with my best friend.  
 
I remember summer--  
The last ring of the bell and you're free for two and half months.  
No homework, no tests, no waking up at 6am anymore.  
I'm free from the confines of school and it's rules.  
I can hang out with friends and sleep in late.  
I can sit out on the swing in front of my apartment and listen to music with a CD player and headphones--
(That was before my relationship with iTunes began.)  
Reading Magic Tree House, R.L. Stine's Fear Street and Goosebumps.  
Summer Reading programs making the library my second home.  
My dad dropping me off and me turning off my phone like the library says to do.  
My dad coming to find me as I watch plays of fairytales of a girl in purple converse as a modern day Cinderalla story.  
 
I remember summer--  
Of sun bleached blonde hair.  
Of shorts and skorts combos.  
Of swinsuits and Gutiar hero.  
Of walking up to the middle schools with my friends.  
Of sleepovers and staying up all night, watching scary movies and eating junk food until we were sick to our stomach.  
Why did we think eating pure marshmallow fluff was a good idea?  
Of dreaming about our careers, of being an actress and a writer.  
Of listening to music and watching movies.  
Of telling each other ghost stories.  
And falling in love with the idea of going to high school.  
Promising we'd be best friends forever.  
 
Isn't that what we always promise even when we know it's never gonna come true?  
 
I remember summer--  
Rainy days of depression in July of 2007.  
When I was woken up by the sentence "Whose gonna tell her?"  
And there was my father, standing over me and saying.  
Grandma's gone-- Passed away, just this morning.  
We're so sorry Annie.  
And I just stared at the television listening to "I Miss You" by Miley Cyrus.  
And that song comforted me through that time.  
 
I remember summer--  
Wearing black and saying good-byes.  
Tears running down my face and clinging to my grand-dad's side.  
I didn't want to leave this place.  
This small New England town, this is my home.  
But we had to go back to a place that never gets cold.  
Move away from summertime being a season.  
No, we moved to where summer isn't a thing, it's a place for some reason.  
 
I remember summer--  
When warm weather was June, July and August.  
Not September, October, November-- Never December.  
Don't even get me started of January and Febuary.  
How the months felt colder when they were warm.  
How summer felt so faraway.  
And when it finally came.  
And I was finally done.  
When music videos and gutiar solos ruled my world.  
Where dreams of faraway places and journal entries were my only escape.  
 
I remember summer days--  
Walking to a cementary to visit my grandparents.  
The swing long gone from their house.  
Of reading my book inside of my room.  
Because I didn't live in the same apartment with the same swing to listen to music on anymore.  
No more fireworks, except the ones in the distance fading lights in the night sky.  
No more ice cream in the rain, because that friendship washed away long ago.  
With those summer days.  
Of childhood innocence and stories to tell.  
Of slumber parties, music videos and chlorine smell.  
My season pass has become faded and worn, and my father is gone.  
Summers aren't the same anymore.  
No more lemonades stands, tag sales, cookouts, and bike rides in the park.  
Those days are faded but I remember it all the same.  
I remember those days.  
 
Those wonderful beautiful summer days.  
That take me back to being a kid.  
Just sitting on a wooden swing, not a care in the world.  
Just a can a soda and a devil dog,  
Just poetry and horror novels.  
Just CD players and headphones.  
Just dreams of summer romances and faraway places.  
 
Those were the days.  
The days I love to remember.  
When the ground is hot.  
And my naturally pale skin has tanned.  
My shoulders are peeling and am laying in an air conditioned room.  
Reading my books, listening to music and enjoying life.  
 
When life was a different kind of sweet.  
When depression was just a spark in the back of my mind.  
Not a shadow overseeing my life.  
When my problems didn't exist because it was summer time.  
And I had a vacation from life.  
But that's why I love to remember.  
 
I love to remember summer.
Written by Page_Writer (Mad Girl)
Published | Edited 25th May 2014
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