This month at VTmommies I write about the slow summer days of my childhood. I'm trying to preserve that freedom for my children, but even so, this summer is flying by...
Here is an excerpt:
The long days often gave way to neighborhood cookouts and games of Ghost in the Graveyard (the rules of which I’m not sure I ever understood) that began at dusk and ended around the time you had to strain your eyes to see. Late at night, my mom and I would take night walks up and down our street, counting fireflies and looking up at the stars through the thick leafy arches of trees overhead. My mom would tell me stories of how she and her sisters smashed fireflies on their fingers to make “glow rings” when they were little girls.
The days passed slowly, each one filled with the kind of fun and play only true downtime – and boredom – can inspire. We lost track of the days of the week, and the months were marked only by major events – our town’s children’s fair in June, the 4th of July, my birthday in August. Not until the end of August, when school supplies appeared in the store windows and class lists arrived in the mail, did we sense the approaching school year. We got excited to go back to school; by then we were ready.
You can read it all over at VTmommies!
