Summer Beckoned
27August 5, 2014 by Melanie L.
Outside we bounded.
“Avoid the cornfield!” Mom hounded.
Heather we joined.
Others we summoned, including the boys.
Kickball ensued
Until “I’m re-seeding the lawn!” someone’s dad rued.
Away we sulked.
Ennui loomed.
But, Joey brightened.
“To the cul-de-sac!” he boomed.
My Own Champion 
This really brought me back to my own childhood summers when I would roam around with kids from the neighborhood, sometimes swimming, sometimes hanging out, sometimes joining a giant pickup kickball game. It’s so different now, of course, with organized sports or non-stop video games.
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So true. My urban kids are at a bigger disadvantage. Our “yard” is all concrete. At least we have one, I guess.
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Ah man, this was my life a couple years back, filled with bicycles, dirty shorts and sweaty, grinning faces. As a “mature” teenager, the bike is still there, but cleaner, and hanging out no longer happens at a playground, which I miss. We have to be responsible now… T_T
Great, evocative post. Congrats!
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Thanks! And you’re never too old for a game of pick-up kickball!
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Enjoyed the bouncy rhythm that your summer holiday gargle evokes. Brings back memories!
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Bouncy?! I like that! Just like the red rubber kickball we used! I miss those days. I’m glad you enjoyed the read!
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I was going to say bouncy too. I pictured all the kids skipping from game venue to venue! Good work, Mel!
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A cul-de-sac sounds like a great venue for kickball.
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It really was (except when someone tried to slide home).
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It’s all fun and games until someone decides to use the VW as a water slide. This was quite a trip down memory lane–thank you!
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I’m glad you liked it! Thanks for commenting!
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You really are very talented.
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Thanks! It’s hard to crunch things down to 42 words. I had really wanted to add a bit about a two-fingered whistle call to dinner. If I could have put that in, then THAT would have been talent.
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Summer daze 🙂
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Thanks for visiting!
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What a happy rhythm and picture! Made me smile – perfect mood for the summer.
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Thanks! I’m glad you enjoyed the read!
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Nice job Mel. Cul de Sacs make good playgrounds due to the lack of traffic. I always hated having to stop the game for cars to go by.
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You got that right! Thanks for reading, Thom!
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Love all the memories this brought back! Very nicely done! 🙂
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Thanks, Suzanne!
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You captured summer childhood so perfectly. And a wonderful take on the prompt!
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Thanks, Meg!
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Simply adored the rhythm in this piece. That bounding sensation was so well captured!
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Thanks, I’m glad you thought so!
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