Sunlight so bright it hurt your eyes and burned your skin. Running barefoot on manicured lawns and steaming blacktops. Lemonade stands and drinking from the garden hose. The day we started a turf war in the neighborhood…that ended when we had to be home before the streetlights came on and everyone forgot by the next morning.
The beautiful boy who lived across the street and had no idea I existed. Long legs and floppy hair that fell across his face as he laughed up at the sky.
Clear nights with a million twinkling stars and fireflies flashing warning signals to each other that I am near…my glass jar poised to strike.
My mom cooking over an open fire with my brother looking on in what appears to be some sort of early gay fashion…ok I made that up.
It was the best time of our lives…if only we’d known at the time.