Summer Days

My brother and sister and I grew up when playing outside was great. In fact, Summer days us and the Wilkeys (they lived next door and were a constant in my life) and the current military brats living in the rent houses on our street packed a lunch, our stay at home Mom made kool-aid for everyone and put it in our school lunch thermoses, and we were off for the day on our bikes. No 10 speeds. I do not think there was even a Schwin among us although we dreamed of owning one. Usually the ride was down our street the back way over the big hump pretty much impassable to cars, down the dirt road till it played out, thru the soft sand and brush beside the Laguna to the Duncan Family Cemetary. We spent the day reading the old tombstones and when we got hungary we ate  at the edge of Mr. Duncan's super green carpet grass yard in the shade of a huge oak tree. Those were the days my friend. How does the song go? Well Summer is almost here. I might just look for me a bicycle and it might just be a Schwin. Have a happy sunshine Monday. kisses