Fun in the Sun

I don't know about anyone else, but I've always been one of those people that as the seasons change I reminsce about memories from prior years. So as summer approaches with, with Memorial Day arriving next Monday I of course think of summertime memories. My childhood vacation memories are probably pretty typical, you know the usual, playing in the backyard, going to the beach on the Jersey shore, going upstate, yadda yadda yadda. My first vacation memory I was about 3 or 4, I remember we were out on Long Island. I remember hearing my parents say that there was an oil spill. And I distinctly remember that the sand was all black and smelled funny. Come to think of it, if I remember correctly we didn't go back after that summer. After that we started going to the Jersey shore, of course I didn't complain because down there was all the excitement of the rides and the boardwalk.

I could go on about childhood beach memories, but I'm sure that would get boring. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to remember them all right now. Anyway as I get older, I remember spending summers hanging out with my friends. For a few summers we hung out at one of my friends' houses where they had a pool. In Brooklyn pools are a rare commity. If we weren't there we were in Marine Park, and of course the guys would bring their silly super soakers. I think it was just an excuse to get our t-shirts wet. Looking back I probably didn't appreciate those easy carefree days enough. I guess when you are young you don't realize that you won't have enough time to enjoy warm summer days as much. After all how many teenagers think, soon I'll be sitting at desk five days a week, let me enjoy this now. I know I certainly didn't think like that.