The Long Hot Summer

Remember when you were a kid – back in the days before kids spent their time looking at a screen? When summer lasted forever and getting outside in the heat was the best thing ever? Riding the bike, playing hide and go seek after sunset, skipping down the sidewalk, getting an ice cream cone at the drug store, watching ants and grasshoppers with fascination? Yeah. Me, too.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “The Long Hot Summer”

  1. getting up in the morning, no school, deciding what you’d have for breakfast, as if you are living in a hotel, nothing to do but enjoy yourself. Slowly brushing your teeth, having a a choice in what to wear, not worrying about the time, those were the holidays when young.

  2. You remember that the long hot summer months in your beloved Caribbean island were long but no too hot. There was always a cool breeze underneath a palm tree or wherever there was shade. The cool breeze would intensify when you walked by the ocean as you enjoyed a cone of shaved iced with a tropical flavored syrup your father bought for you. Flavors such as tamarind, mango or pineapple. Indelible memories that brings you back to your childhood. . .

  3. “If they picked up their own crap, I wouldn’t have a job.” I repeated this to myself millions of times as I dragged my plastic garbage bag up and down the beach in front of Hotel Del where I worked. It wasn’t picking up the trash that bothered me as much as the attitude of the hotel’s upscale patrons. On one hand they made sure everyone knew that THEIR beach mats were made of post-consumer materials and were environmentally neutral, while on the other they left the largest messes for others to clean up.

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