For me, Memorial Day weekend always meant the beginning of summer. The pool opened that weekend. Back then, we had finished school by Memorial Day. I remember hot days and playing outdoor games with the neighborhood kids on summer nights…the feeling of the cool grass and a friend’s parent’s voice calling out for her to come home in the distance…
Oh, and when I was really little, I loved to run through the sprinkler. 🙂
Nowadays I glory in coming home from work when the sun is still bright and waking up to the same. I think of my deck, flowers, flips flops and cooking out.
What kind of things do you think of when summer comes…both as a kid and an adult? Any particular thing your kids get super excited about?