School’s been out in Loveland for almost two weeks now and summer seems to be in full swing.
When I was a child growing up on Long Island, schools didn’t let out until mid-June. When warm weather and wild flowers, green pastures and guppy ponds called my name, it was hard to pay attention in class.
The last week of school was bearable only because of the year-end field trips to a truck farm on Long Island. Field trips were a rare occurrence during World War II, probably because of gasoline shortages, but my school, P.S. 31, never seemed to omit the truck farm visit.
For days before the trip, I could hardly wait to take in the farm’s livestock, buildings and orderly rows of leafy greens pushing through the blackish brown damp soil.
The funny thing is that I don’t remember actually going on these trips; I only remember the excitement of knowing the trip was near at hand.
Few feelings are stronger in my memory than that of awaiting the first of summer’s adventures.
What summer adventures did you look forward to as a child?
Readers, I’d like to hear of your summer memories.