When was the last time you put on your bathing suit and ran through the sprinkler in your back yard?
During this last week, with heat indexes soaring between 100-110s, that is exactly what we did.
All of us: Bug, Monkey, Hubster, and, yes, even me. We all dressed in our swim suits, and than ran, squealing and laughing through the icy cold sprays of the sprinkler. We didn't care what the neighbors thought. We didn't care how old we were supposed to be.
Afterward, we laid on our beach towels on the deck and dried off, our feet covered in dried grass clippings, laughing and eating popsicles.
This is how I remember summer as a child.