When my sisters and I were little, we were quite capable of amusing ourselves in the summer. The great outdoors offered endless opportunities, and we didn't need transportation to find them. It took SO long to hook the dinosaurs up to the chariot, and you never knew when one of those cement wheels was going to chip away and ruin your outing. It was just better to stay home.
We didn't have cell phones, we had phones made of tin cans and yarn. There were no video games, there were books and board games. Dance, Dance Revolution wasn't even in the conception phase, but we sure had the moves when we were jumping off of bales of hay in the barn. There wasn't room for a kitchen set; however, the roots of the huge oak tree offered countless ways to prepare and serve acorn-studded mud pies to a group of friends. We would even offer to push them in the tree swing. (Not OFF of the swing.)
Once in a while, Mr. Slate would let Dad off of work a little early. We would rush to meet him at the door and BEG him to turn on the sprinklers. It was more fun than going to the pool - and we didn't have to hook up the dinosaurs. While Dad grilled up some Brontosaurus burgers, we took turns running through those glorious little droplets of cool H2O. We may have even played nice. At least for a little while. When dinner was ready, we would wrap ourselves in beach towels and head over to the picnic table. As we ate, we would see the first flickerings of the lightning bugs coming out for their nightly visit. Our evening was usually topped off with either watermelon or ice cream. It didn't really matter which.
Life was good, and simple.
What are YOUR favorite childhood summer memories?