I loved the lazy, hazy daze of summer. OMG! I have been singing that song for weeks now, waiting for its arrival!

I can see you loved summer too. What is not to love??? Right? We lived in Connecticut and the back 40 of us was left wooded/farmish/fun We had maples trees that we played tree tag with - it is exactly what it sounds like and apple trees, except we ate ours, then my brothers threw them at the neighborhood boys, who were slightly more upscale with the pears they threw.

There were pollywogs and skunk cabbage and wading through the swamp going turtle hunting, taking my dad's dingy to keep the booty in. Oh, yes! Summer was fun. We lived on the shores of the Long Island Sound, chasing the Atlantic just beyond. We spent more days with sand between out toes and building sand castles. We didn't even realize how good we had it. Oh, life. Wouldn't I kill for the sand littering my yard, mixing with the blades of grass?

I read your post and you had the same kind of wonderful childhood as I did and well, I had six of you for brothers. Egads! One would have been quite enough. But, you know what? We are all still as thick as thieves. We spend hours on the phone and get together whenever. If I need one or all of them, they jump on a plane and they are here.

I think these kinds of childhoods foster that kind of love. I can read and feel the love of your words. You brat. Leave Barbie alone. Or I'm telling mommy. :)

Upped and Steemed

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