today i lament the loss of summer holidays.
the loss:
of days spent sleeping in and playing in my parents' yard.
of days spent having 'tea parties' with my little sister, cramming fistfuls of ripe raspberries into our mouths.
of days spent reading in the basement when it was far too hot to be outside.
of times spent biking on my green banana seat bike throughout our (very) small town.
of times spent at my grandparents' farm, chasing chickens, talking to the cows, laying on the shore by the dugout in the shade of the trees watching ducks paddle through the blue water.
of hot muggy afternoons spent picking mushrooms at a family friends' farm only to cut them up and boil them down later and not appreciate until the past few years the pure amazing taste of those mushrooms.
of days before a computer came into my world and i found other ways to entertain myself.
of flying a plastic kite in the backyard, running running running to get it up in the air and then spending hours watching it dip and dive and recovering it from that.
of hot afternoons spent in my dad's shop washing parts for fixing tractors, scraping gaskets off of engine parts, helping friendly farmers who always looked at me with a bit of shock on their face when i was able to find what they needed.
of hot days spent at the lake, fishing off the shore near the cow corral, hanging out with my dad sitting on the plastic weave lawn chairs.
of cuddly bunnies living in the cool bunny house, running around, or panting to cool off.
of the dank musty smell of the 'old house' on our property and daring my sister to go in there without falling through the floor.
of playing in the turtle paddling pool, sliding down the slide that made up his head.
of the hot black vinyl of the Maverick, without the AC.
of the cool summer evenings, watching ducks and dragonflies and all the other creatures playing at the back of my parents' yard.
of hanging out in the trees in the front of the yard, all of them planted such that they seemed to form little rooms (or at least that's what we said), setting up the kid-size table in the dining room, 'cooking' raspberries and recently pulled-up carrots in the 'kitchen'.
of playing in the sandbox, making sandcastles, mudpies, and weird designs in the cool sand.
of going to the school and playing on the playground, feeling weird being there when there was no school going on.
of gripping crayons in my hands, colouring furiously, trying to stay in the lines, and ripping the page out later to give to my mom and dad, so proud of my colouring prowess.
what do you miss most about summer holidays?
CBC1 is rocking my socks today. Right now, they're interviewing Hawksley. Later on, there's going to be a feature on Dungeons and Dragons. How ridiculously cool is that?
the loss:
of days spent sleeping in and playing in my parents' yard.
of days spent having 'tea parties' with my little sister, cramming fistfuls of ripe raspberries into our mouths.
of days spent reading in the basement when it was far too hot to be outside.
of times spent biking on my green banana seat bike throughout our (very) small town.
of times spent at my grandparents' farm, chasing chickens, talking to the cows, laying on the shore by the dugout in the shade of the trees watching ducks paddle through the blue water.
of hot muggy afternoons spent picking mushrooms at a family friends' farm only to cut them up and boil them down later and not appreciate until the past few years the pure amazing taste of those mushrooms.
of days before a computer came into my world and i found other ways to entertain myself.
of flying a plastic kite in the backyard, running running running to get it up in the air and then spending hours watching it dip and dive and recovering it from that.
of hot afternoons spent in my dad's shop washing parts for fixing tractors, scraping gaskets off of engine parts, helping friendly farmers who always looked at me with a bit of shock on their face when i was able to find what they needed.
of hot days spent at the lake, fishing off the shore near the cow corral, hanging out with my dad sitting on the plastic weave lawn chairs.
of cuddly bunnies living in the cool bunny house, running around, or panting to cool off.
of the dank musty smell of the 'old house' on our property and daring my sister to go in there without falling through the floor.
of playing in the turtle paddling pool, sliding down the slide that made up his head.
of the hot black vinyl of the Maverick, without the AC.
of the cool summer evenings, watching ducks and dragonflies and all the other creatures playing at the back of my parents' yard.
of hanging out in the trees in the front of the yard, all of them planted such that they seemed to form little rooms (or at least that's what we said), setting up the kid-size table in the dining room, 'cooking' raspberries and recently pulled-up carrots in the 'kitchen'.
of playing in the sandbox, making sandcastles, mudpies, and weird designs in the cool sand.
of going to the school and playing on the playground, feeling weird being there when there was no school going on.
of gripping crayons in my hands, colouring furiously, trying to stay in the lines, and ripping the page out later to give to my mom and dad, so proud of my colouring prowess.
what do you miss most about summer holidays?
CBC1 is rocking my socks today. Right now, they're interviewing Hawksley. Later on, there's going to be a feature on Dungeons and Dragons. How ridiculously cool is that?
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-K