Summer Memories...

I thought I’d just take a moment this afternoon to write a thank you note to the neighbor kids… For the memories they evoked from the deep recesses of my mind today…

Sitting in my Italian Patio on this beautiful Sunday afternoon, watching a baseball game… Windows open, warm breeze blowing… Dogs barking each time they sped, happily past on their bicycles down the bumpy gravel road…

Everyone enjoying a perfect summer day… Memories evoked not by watching them play, but only by sounds of their play as I sat watching the baseball game… Memories of childhood games on warm, endless, summer days…

If I had listened more closely I probably could have predicted the outcome or at least given good odds to anyone wishing to place a bet…

As speeds slowly increased each trip down the gravel hill, the limits of safety were punctuated with loud a “Wooo Hooo!!!”

…Until they are finally followed by the unmistakable sounds of a CRASH as bicycle and kid skid across the gravel… And a playmate’s laughter filled question of concern… “Are you, OK???”

Looking up from the ballgame… Filled with laughter myself, at what I had just heard… I lift my glass and say thanks for the memories, kid…