Ready for summer.My favorite season.
It means snow cones,the smell of fresh cut grass,hum of a floor fan on a sultry night,fire flies and the aroma of Honeysuckle and Formosa,on and on.
When I was a kid summer time off from that thing called school was what I patiently waited for.Three month's of freedom.By the way three things about school I did enjoy,lunch,recess and going home each day.School tended to interrupt my sleep.
Up at sunrise,all day riding my bike,listening to AM radio that was taped to the handlebars,balloons tied to the spokes for that motorcycle sound,relaxing at Jay McMichaels country store.That was a place the old guys rocked in those big rockers,us kids sat on the floor wasting away a hot July day.If you were lucky the girl you had a crush on would walk in and your heart would do that pitter patter thing.
No street lights on the East Newnan mill village,sundown meant time to go home.
Yes I'm ready for summer.
My fake Ray Ban shades have been super glued back together.
One more summer I think they will make it.
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