Summer

I can not wait for summer. It may be my favorite of all the seasons. I think that the only reason I'm saying this is because I haven't seen the sun in so long, all it does is rain, rain, rain, rain, rain. Usually my favorite season is fall. This whole thing is kind of like when my mom says her favorite daughter is my sister, the only reason she says that is because she has been around me for too long and she needs a little switch up. The rain, (as much as I love it) makes me yearn for a change in the weather. It makes me wish that I could feel the rays of sun. Here, if you ever seen the sun, you sure as hell don't feel it. The only thing you feel is cold. I'm talking about the kind of sun that you can tell is making you darker. The sun that makes you want to jump into the cold... luke-warm... water of the river that runs by my house. The kind of sun that you could potentially fry an egg with... (although last summer I tried to and it just made a mess.. it didn't fry a dang thing). The summer reminds me of some wonderful times in my life. It reminds me of tomato fights on my farm, picking watermelon right off the vine, and eating it out in the field when we were too impatient to bring it all the way back to my house. It reminds me of a simpler time. When I would play "little house on the prairie" with my friends. (Until I was at LEAST fourteen.) It reminds me of tubing down the river as my back got increasingly darker, and redder as the trip went on.
Mostly, it reminds me of Fourth of July. The party of a life time. Where I live, we have a get-together with all of the neighbors at our local fire station. This means there is at least 30 people there. When I was younger I lived for this day. The water balloon fight with all of the kids, giggling and laughing as we got soaked with red, white and blue balloons. The enormous amount of red jello that accumulated at the pot-luck along with corn on the cob and sliced watermelon. The best part, in some peoples eyes, was the raffle. This one celebration may have caused a gambling addiction in my family. My brother lives for raffles where cheep bottle of wine, a bird house, and a welcome mat are the nicest prizes. He will spend dollars and dollars of my parents money to win one of these ridiculous gifts. He doesn't win often, but when he does, you have never seen a happier boy.
In my personal opinion, the fireworks are the best event of the evening. When I was growing up, I lived for the fireworks, I would exclaim over how beautiful and colorful, and how grand and large they were, never realizing that they only went about five feet in the air at best. The whole community tricked all of us youngster into believing that this firework show was the best around. And so, when I finally happened to see REAL fireworks at Disney Land I was in shock. So THIS is what big fireworks actually looked like.
I miss summer, but mainly I miss the memories and fun times that it brings. I never thought growing up that I would ever want to be young again. But looking back now there's somethings that you appreciate so much more when you are younger. You appreciate the day, and live in the moment always ready to explore and jump into the cool water, making summer, not just another season, but a lifestyle.