Thursday, May 13, 2010

Remembrance of summers past

G: Today is May 13, right?
Me: Yes. Nearly  the end of the school year. It's so close you can almost taste it. It tastes like chicken.
G (laughs): Ew. We don't eat chicken. (pondering) I don't know what the end of the school year would taste like.
Me: Actually, I think it would taste like popsicles and hose water.
G: HOSE water? Ugh! Why?
Me: Well, when I was your age, kids played outside all summer long. You'd get up in the morning, have your cereal, and then run outside barefoot and stay there until lunch. When you got thirsty, instead of going back inside to get a drink, you'd drink out of the hose, and the water always had a unique sort of taste.
G: Like what?
Me: Metal and dirt.
G: Gross.
Me: I'm sure there are places where kids still play outside in the summer, but this isn't one of them.
G: No, most kids go to day camp or on vacation.
Me: It's kind of sad.
G: I like it.


Jewels said...

MMM metal and dirt water. Those were the days. Or, if you were too lazy to take the sprinkler off, you tried to get the water in your mouth without the other jets streaming up your nose.

JESSON and REY ANN said...
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yui said...

Hi! I'm behind you.
Good luck!