When I was a kid there was nothing more joyous than the last day of school
That last minute seemed like an eternity!
I swear the clock moved backward.
Then finally… FREEDOM!
No more pencils, no more books!
Of course there was the required summer reading to do, but wasn't the last three hours of summer vacation enough time to read Stuart Little?
The summer spread out in front of me like a big picnic blanket
A little of this a little of that
Nothing to do but think about what I was going to do....
Noteworthy achievements like:
Digging the worlds biggest hole
Seeing how many circus peanuts I could fit into my mouth
Testing the duration of a thick piece of chalk by starting a line in my driveway and ending who knows where
Seeing if it were at all possible to do a 360 on my swing set
Making a tree house out of odds and ends around the yard
Finding out if I could somehow contact my dead pets from the great beyond
Making the world's longest dandelion chain
Ditto the gum wrapper chain
Unraveling a baseball to see what was in the middle
Listening to every record I owned at every rpm.
My summers were filled with endless quests for meaningful nothingness.
Today I am sitting on my porch and there is not a kid in sight.
No whooping and hollering.
No skateboards or bikes.
No scooters or trikes
The quest for the world's biggest hole has been "ditched" to make way for the quest for the world's greenest lawn
Clotheslines that used to serve as the world's biggest slingshots are frowned upon or downright banned in some neighborhoods
That's a shame
I feel like picking up a piece of chalk
And starting at the end of my driveway
Making a line.
Not caring about:
What the neighbors think
How much lead may be in the chalk
What my ass looks like stooped over
I will not care that
this is not a team building exercise
It that it will not make me a well rounded individual
Not going to care
a whit that it won't help
get into the college of her choice
Couldn't care less
that is not an activity approved
by professionals within the community
Not gonna give a hoot that
it's not something that's going to look good on my resume
I am on an endless quest for
Hoping to find those perfect
summers of my youth
that have somehow gone missing
Get out your piece of chalk