The Good Times

Kathleen has been mentioning them a lot. They really were the good times, there hasn't been a better time since I was about 8, except at camp, but for some reason I can't look back and remember how good camp was, even though I remember that it was good.

But the Good Times, those months, those are the things I am going to tell my children and grandchildren about. When they picture them they will think of afternoon sunshine, summertime, late nights, twinkly lights, and guitar music. Of course I will leave out a few details, but I just miss when everything was alright.

Like that time we all skipped school on one of the last days and made french toast and played video games and such.

Or those times when we would just walk back and forth between houses, someone was always playing guitar, and we would pick kids up and leave them as we walked and we would walk until dark. Then we would sit on front porches, or watch a movie, we never wanted to go home.

Remember that time when Thundercat, Thom, and Ray went to get us frosties, and we came up with cat related names for all of them, themes songs, etc. Remember how we couldn't remember which car belonged to Thom. Remember how when they got there we just sat around and enjoyed ourselves.

Or when we would bike to the quarry, or the radio tower.

I just miss how the days were longer, and friendships were stronger. I miss how when it gets dark you remember that you have been sweating all day and your fingertips are dirty and now that the sun has set you are just enjoying the fact that you don't stick to your chair and you don't even care about the mosquitoes. I miss how it was okay to be a kid, and I miss how you didn't have to worry about things.

Summer is just a better time for living.