A lot of small things come to mind when remembering memories. And a lot of big things do too but those never leave my mind.
Summer. What a time summer is. Warm air, warm sky's, warm sun, warm body's. Remembering summer, comes back to me when there were always long drives putting my head out the window feeling the hot breeze that makes my hair messier than before and trying to high five my friend on the other side of the car which never works but we still always try.
Short notice road trips with friends and family that are the best trips ever. Rope swings that brought so much adrenalin which made it 100 times more harder to do it.
Boating from when the sun rises till it goes down.
All the freckles on my skin that looked like the stars in the sky. Long nights adventuring and planning the next night to do the same. Star gazing at the constilations thinking of what earth has to offer and our minds thinking too much outside of he box to confuse ourselves and then just stop thinking about space and the stars.
Swimming till my toes and fingers look like raisins and always staying in the pool even longer after noticing. Late night tennis tournaments. Early morning volleyball games. Sno cones that turn my hand into a rainbow. Tan skin and tight muscles from all the hikes that were endless. Camping trips that gave me a six pack from laughing nonstop.
It was all then. Leaving those summer memories in that summer. And planning the new ones to come. But always remembering the old ones.
"Star gazing at the constilations thinking of what earth has to offer and our minds thinking too much outside of the box to confuse ourselves and then just stop thinking about space and the stars."
ReplyDeleteThis is so accurate.