So i was outside today pulling the weeds that seem to multiply while i sleep, and was approached by my nephew Draven on his scooter. He simply said to me, "Wendi, come buy somethin" and then rode away....
I was a bit confused until i looked to my sister's house and saw my nieces and nephews had created some kind of lemonade stand. So i got some money and headed over to see what there was to buy.
There was a large jug of lemonade, some little bags of chips, and a cooler which was filled with Popsicles. I was quickly instructed by Dylan that i shouldn't buy the lemonade, cause it "tasted funny" so i proceeded to buy enough Popsicles for us all to have one. I then asked the question, "so what else is going on today" to which Shayna responded, "just this".
There are a lot of things you couldn't pay me enough to relive as an adult, but a good lazy summer day is something i would PAY to relive. The freedom of summer as a child is a feeling you don't really get to recapture as an adult. Sure there are days off, vacations, and the like. But when in your adult life have you experienced an entire day where your plans were "just this", with thoughts of nothing else on your mind, or your to do list. Or a day where you really DO nothing, and don't have guilt. It just doesn't happen anymore.
So go outside, and have a Popsicle with some kids. Its a good reminder of what summer really used to feel like.
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I KNOW! Part of me would mame to go back to a time where my biggest stress was elementary school and what to do during Summer Vacation.
I agree. What an awesome thing to share, "just this."
Thanks for just making my day depressing..Remember when we would run thru the irrigation water out back. Grandpa and mom would do all the work and we couldn't wait for the lawn to be flooded. Aw..the good ole days
I remember doing a lemonade stand in San Diego and being freaked out when the "A-Team" van drove by and then circled around. We swore we saw the whole crew in the van. We had all run in the house screaming and begged our grandma to go out and serve the bald guys. Ahhh... memories!
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