A Personal Observation – The best summer EVER!

Inspired by Kirsten Lamb’s blog post HERE, I began thinking about summers when I was a kid. There was one in particular that stood out for me. It was the best summer!

It was 1978 and my mother and I had just moved into a townhouse complex. There were kids of all ages running around and I made friends with three girls. It didn’t matter that they were two years older, we were all at that ‘inbetween’ stage of childhood and could easily relate. Being a single mom, my mother had to work Monday to Friday, but there were a few mothers around there that didn’t work, and I was left in their charge.

My new friends and I would wander the neighbourhood finding stuff to do. One of the boys that lived there made a go-cart out of a few boards and the bottom half of a grocery cart and we’d take turns pushing each other around the complex. There was a golf course nearby and we’d take golf balls we’d found in the bushes and kick them up the coarse. That is, until the groundskeepers saw us and would shoot at us with salt pellets.

The nights were made up of watching the starts and talking. We’d listen to the older teenagers go on about their life, and laugh at jokes we didn’t understand. Some nights, we’d hang out on the swings, waiting for the little kids to go to bed. Any tricycles or big wheels left out after dark was confiscated by us, and usually ended up NOT where the kid left it. We’d always snicker to ourselves the next day when the kid would get in trouble from his parent for not keeping a better eye on their toys.

On weekends, we would pester our parents to take us all to the park where there was a pool, or go to the movies as it was just a couple dollars to get in. Imagine $5 got you into a movie, and popcorn and a drink. That summer, STAR WARS came back to the movie theatre (this was before VHS) and we’d all go to the drive in to watch it. We’d cram as many kids as possible into a car, with a grocery bag (a paper one) full of popcorn and just watch the movie. We knew the entire script off by heart.

Then the weather cooled and the new school year started, but things weren’t the same. My new friends, being two years older, were off to a junior high school, while I was still left in grade school. The girls became pre-occupied with boys and make-up, but not me. I couldn’t care less about that stuff. I tried to follow along and pretend that it did, but the difference between grade five and grade seven was too much. Slowly we drifted apart, and by the next summer, well, we weren’t as good of friends as we’d been the summer before.

But for those two months in 1978, it was the best!

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About Darke Conteur
Darke Conteur is a writer at the mercy of her Muse. The author of stories in several genres, she prefers to create within the realms Science Fiction and Dark Fantasy. A pagan at heart, her personal goal it to find her balance within nature; exploring the dark through her stories and the light through her beliefs. When not writing or working with crystals, she enjoys knitting, gardening, cooking and very loud music.

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