Of Summer

Perhaps the fondest memories of my childhood came from summer.  The only obligations back then were ones I looked forward to: baseball practice, golf lessons, and family swim at the pool.  The rest of the time was spent walking outside in bare feet, on dying grass, in front of the TV or behind a plate of fried food.  I walked my dog today with no shoes on and it felt like summer.  By the time I arrived at home, I was sweaty, my feet were dirty, and I just wanted to lay down on my couch.  It was comforting, but at the same time, those days are almost gone.  I'll be waking up early every day to go to work and some days I might be working a night job.  I won't be able to stay up late and sleep in till 2 when I have a legitimate job in a few years, and I doubt my parents will let me not search for a summer job in college.  I hope those lazy days of summer aren't lost.