Remember summer vacations?
Remember that time when they were all you thought about the last few weeks of school?
Remember how, as soon as that last day of school (usually a half-day) was over, there was this enormous weight lifted off your shoulders and the world literally felt different? The smells were different, the sounds were different, the feel of the sun on your skin was completely different than the sun on your skin the day before.
Remember how you would go home and wake up at your leisure for three months? And, even if you didn’t, it was because you were going to band camp, or Boy Scout camp, or basketball camp, or generic summer camp, or some other kind of definitely-more-fun-than-staying-at-home camp. Or getting up early to fly or drive to a vacation destination. Or just because you could, because it was summer and you could do whatever the heck you wanted.
Remember how you would go to the beach and it would be completely packed with everybody else in the world on summer vacation? And how it didn’t matter, because that was the only time the kids were out of school, so it wasn’t as annoying as it should have been?
Remember how you felt like you were doing something wrong when you went to a store or a restaurant in the middle of a weekday? And how you kept waiting for someone to ask you why you weren’t in school? And how it felt really really really good to be doing that something wrong?
Remember those days in the middle of the summer when you were bored out of your mind because you had absolutely no idea what to do? That was when I started to employ my younger brothers to lip-sync along to musical soundtracks as I filmed them on the trampoline. But that’s another weblog post…
Remember how, after that mid-point, you realized that summer was already halfway over and you didn’t do a fraction of what you wanted to? So you put on your gettin’-stuff-done cap and you packed as much fun as you could in that last month. This, unfortunately, contributed to the old adage “Time flies when you’re having fun,” so the summer was over long before you were ready for it.
Back-to-school shopping was fun, don’t get me wrong, but it was always the last vestige of a dying way of life, and the stress of a new school year with new teachers and new classes and new responsibilities and new things you have to do loomed out there on the horizon.
Remember how that last day of summer before you went back to school was a complete blur? How you could never quite remember what happened, because your mind was clouded with so many different thoughts and feelings?
And then remember that first day of school, when you were at once excited to be doing something new but still mourning the death of those three lovely months of nothingness?
I miss that.
These days, my summer vacations are haphazardly thrown together and stuck in all over the calendar. I took a week in the winter, I take a day or two here and there, I have these weeks off so I do some stuff there… Gone are the days of a large time-frame given to me to use exclusively for vacationing. In that respect, I envy those who work in the field of education.
Still, I always seem to make it work, even if it’s rushed and slapdash. Unfortunately, summer now resembles the rest of the year. It smells the same, it sounds the same, and that sun feels exactly the same as it did before. The magic of it has disappeared a little.
I think, as adults, we need to strive to get that magic back. And that’s my summer resolution. 🙂
(Also, I’ve used the word “magic” in A LOT of my posts… What’s up with that???)