Lost Magic Of Summer

Although I tend to hate the heat of a Memphis Summer now, if I take a break from the noisy buzz of the daily adult grind, and take a deep breath, I can remember some of the magic that Summer could conjure up as a child. Here are a few of the things that summer meant to me as a child growing up in the south. Catching Fireflies Going Barefoot (ah my soul)! Riding In Back Of The Old Pickup Truck The Smell of Freshly Cut Grass! Watermelon, and sometimes biting off more than one could chew... Oh Summer heat, still deliciously sweet if you can find just the right way of looking at it. I Miss My Childhood , Aunt Jackie (repeat from "I Miss My Childhood" -linked above)