Every year since we moved away, my mind has always drifted back around this time to childhood summers in that little white house on the corner house in Shepherdstown, West Virginia. Out of all the great memories I carry with me, those are among the greatest I have.
I remember the mounting excitement in our hearts as the end of school drew near and the days got longer. Soon we’d be free to run and explore; and there was always something waiting to be discovered.
I see the intense process of choosing up sides for one of our extended kickball games. We would play until the street lights came on (that’s when everyone had to be home or be on their way home), one of us would write down the score and we’d pick up where we left off the next day.
On the occasional night when we were allowed to stay out a little later we would catch lightning bugs, keep them in mason jars with holes poked in the lids, and set them free the next morning (well, the ones that survived anyway...).
I can taste Red Eye soda and sour cream and onion Doritos - one bag and one bottle for like six or seven of us on a hot afternoon. Or sometimes we'd pool our money, walk to the store (there was only one) and come home with a tiny paper bag jammed with penny candy that actually cost a penny!