So much to do, but so much of it is my own making, y’know? I mean, I’m not complaining, I’m just thinking about the days when we were kids and those summer days would go on forever. I remember those days, school had just gotten out and we had all summer to…play. Get up early, spend the day just “Playing.”

Playing catch, kick the can, hide and seek tag, pickle, riding bikes, building forts.

Right around dusk we’d hear Dad whistle, if we weren’t back in our yard where he could see us, and it was time to hightail it home. But that was fine, cuz we could pick up the game tomorrow. Seemed like there was time for everything. School, responsibility, those things were miles away.

And yet, while we’re there, we’re so anxious to “Grow Up.”

“Man, when I’m an adult, I’m gonna…”
“Man, when I have my own car, I’m gonna…”
“When I get my own place, I’m gonna…”

Remember saying those things? It’s funny, now, isn’t it? Now that I am an adult, and have those things…I think I don’t take the time to appreciate them quite enough. Or to appreciate those times, those few and marvelous times, when a little time does come up. When these complicated, complicated lives that we build for ourselves give us a little rest. A little time to…play.

What would we do if we had an entire Summer off again, with our only responsibilities to clean our rooms, make our beds, and play?