How I Used to Spend My Summer Vacationby Lee McKenzie
Ah, summer vacation! I still remember looking forward to the last day of school. Two months of summer vacation seemed to stretch endlessly into the future, and I couldn’t wait for it to start.
My friends and I spent long lazy days, riding our bikes across town to the swimming pool, building blanket forts on various front porches, and slurping up homemade popsicles that our moms made from Kool-Aid.
There were family camping trips and sleepovers with friends, and it felt as though summer would never end.
I haven’t sharpened the end of a stick and roasted hotdogs in years, but I still remember exactly how they taste. It’s just not possible to get the same flavor from a barbecue.
Marshmallows were the best, though, and we had a strict protocol for roasting and eating them. First the fire had to burn down till there were lots of glowing red embers. The trick was to get the outside crisp and golden, but not burned. This required concentration and slow but constant turning of the stick. If it was done just right, we could slide the crispy outer shell off the stick and eat it with our fingers. Then we would eat the sticky, gooey middle right off the stick. Yum.
By the middle of August, when the days were getting shorter and it seemed like forever since I’d been in school, it was time to shop for supplies and back-to-school clothes. By then I was looking forward to a new year, a new teacher and a new group of classmates. And then at some point during that first week of school, we’d be asked to write a story about how we spent our summer vacation. We’d come full circle. The school year loomed ahead, endlessly, but there was always next summer to look forward to.
What are your favorite childhood memories of summer vacations? I’d love to hear them!
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