Welcome if you are visiting because you are on the 2016 A to Z Post Challenge Road Trip This is a series during the month of June celebrating Summertime
“Seven a.m. on the first day of summer vacation was, to her mind, a dangerous time to be awake. Even God had to be sleeping in.”
Victoria Kahler, Luisa Across the Bay
We have little time these days to reflect on the innocence of our earliest memories. Today I am inviting you to join me on an arm chair archaeological dig, digging for memories that ultimately got buried by the years. It has been a long time since we awakened at 7:00AM on the first day of summer vacation when it seemed logical that God was sleeping in.
Once the shadows on my bedroom wall seemed real and dangerous. Once I believed that after I put the dollies in their beds for the night, like Raggedy Ann, they had adventures while I slept. It has been a long time since I sneaked a cigarette at a slumber party or made telephone calls asking, “Do you have Prince Albert in a can? Well, let him out.” A long time since I lay on my back looking up at the northern lights in a Michigan sky, or was kissed in the shadows of the front porch just before my curfew.
If we dig down and retrieve these innocent times, bringing them to the surface of this June summer day, I believe it will help us have a great summer. Take the hand of the innocent child you once were and follow he or she out the door to play.