Saturday, June 07, 2008
With the temperature to reach 32 Celsius (89.6 Fahrenheit), it’s a day for running through the sprinkler, a picnic lunch under the shade of the maple tree (PBJ sandwiches), a spitting watermelon seeds contest, eating as many popsicles as you can and hoping the Ice Cream Truck plays its jingle nearby.
And while I’m perfectly capable of doing all those things, odds are I won’t.
(Well, maybe the popsicles…)
Growing up is not all it’s cracked up to be.
Hot summer days were much more enjoyable as a child.
As long as you could be outside and find ways to cool off, life was good.
“I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream…”