Schools start, pools close because all of their lifeguard help goes back to college and the faded swimming suit ends up at the bottom of the drawer instead of always on top. Saying goodbye to summer, oh how I will miss, freedom from winter school schedules, layers of clothing and bulky winter coats, mittens on strings and a hat tied down over my head.
Wearing shoes and socks that seem to strangle at the ankles after a summer of barefoot and flip flops, nothing from the bottom of the shorts on down for three whole months.
Why do moms always make a big deal about new school clothes
Clothes that have sleeves and collars, and slacks that are long, stifle and chafe. No wonder going back to school is such a bother. If only wearing the soft worn dregs of summer and sneakers without shoestrings and a hole torn in the toe were the school dress code I’d of gotten up for school joyfully everyday those first few weeks.
Don’t make me get out of the pool just yet
With just a few days left of summer, let us swim and loll about in the chlorinated water until we are completely bleached out. We won’t get to do this for nine more months. Let me float on my back in the waves drifting in and out of consciousness squinting against the sun. The smells of Coppertone and swimming from the time I got out of bed at noon until the end of the day at five, was being called off for school.
The waves don’t lap relaxingly against the side of a school desk, the walls of the classroom or the glare of the new teacher’s stare. At six thirty in the morning there was no sun, it wasn’t warm and it meant walking to school or catching a bus first thing in the morning.
There are no rules in the summer
No lines to stand in for an unwelcome lunch, or a gym class that makes no sense, or assemblies that serve nothing but time out of the classroom for cliques and mean giggles, and the bullies of the playground and teachers all in your business.
No more snapping and popping bazooka bubble gum, bottles of orange or red pop, and hotdogs cooked on a stick over an open fire, camping out and making tents and drive in movies.
Sitting up straight, not looking out the window, and going to the chalkboard
See you next summer, summer.
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Bye to long days
Long days meant longer nights up outside catching fireflys because there’s no use being inside just to watch the old reruns you watched three times in a row over winter.
By summer romance
Hot, steamy summer romances that end just as quickly as they began; phone calls, holding hands, kisses, amusement park rides, and playing cards at the pool.
Goodbye summer rock tours
Summer concerts that rocked the hot summer nights and the steam of a hot crowd stuck together in the name of cold beer and popsicles and long lines at the port-o-lets.
Goodbye to amusement park fun
The summer of screams, shreaks and giggles from belly’s wild toss up and down, in a spin and the floor dropping out, caramel apples, cotton candy and soft summer breezes of fire works.
So long summer
Dandelions happen only in the summer. Mother Nature kisses bare toes, sends mosquitoes and bees that sting, cold morning pool water, and butter and dragon flies.