It isn’t hot yet, but dressing Willow this morning made me remember all these things about summer in Texas when I was little. Could be because I’m going there next week and dreading the heat, too.
I remember always staking out the shady spots wherever we were playing, and using them sparingly so that they’d still feel cooler than being in the full sun. I remember the tall all-metal rocket at the park. It had a ladder inside and a slide at the top. You had to be careful playing on it or it would burn your legs and arms. We’d ride our bikes to Church’s Fried Chicken for free ice water. When it was really hot, which was always, there were tiny bubbles in the tar that patched up the cracks in the asphalt. I used to love to pop them. Spear grass fights. Chigger bites. Once my brother and I spent forever picking honeysuckle blossoms and putting the nectar drip by drip into a plastic cup so we could drink it. Swimming felt so good. Blistering car interiors, the smell of the a/c when it first came on, all humid and freon smelling. OFF bug spray, ick. The damp smell of storms coming in. And popsicles, lots and lots of popsicles.
What do you remember?