Picking wildflowers in the fields
Riding my bike or rollerskating
Eating fruit from the tree — unwashed, of course
testing my limits
Ice cream and sodas
Melons and plums
Cherries for earrings
Spitting contests —
Some pits were swallowed
Later, trees will grow in our tummies
Suntanned faces
Goofy hats and open shoes
The ocean and the beach
Lakes and rivers
Blow up pools and swim rings
The heat and the sweat
Adults laughing and drinking
BBQs and melons
Homemade Lemonade —
The music from an ice cream truck
Staying up late
Music and dancing
Fireflies and fairies
Stars and wishes
The summers of my youth
The Happy Quitter, 2026
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My error, Bridget. I was inferring that your poem was a “natural” prompt. A poem that inspires the reader to go down Memory Lane- not a WP prompt.😁
Wonderful prompt for nostalgic reverie! 🙂
I thought about it last night, when I saw the old photo. Could have been a prompt 🙂
Sounds like pretty wonderful summers. Mine were kind of similar.
We had great summers. I remember them so well.
. . . fireflies and fairies and lifelong smiling memories . . .
We all seem to have the same facial impression when we think about our childhoods, don’t we?