Can you describe the best summer of your life?
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I met a girl at summer camp and we held hands all night.
All of the ones I have spent with my husband and 2 kids! More coming up with grandkids!
Following. Need to think on this.
Summers, as a kid, were never ending. Pancakes every morning. Trying to make myself sleep till 10, but never could. Swimming all day. Playing tag, statue, Mother May I, and catching fire flies in the evenings.
TV, and the inside of the house, had no place in my life during the summers.
But the BEST one? I have to think.
The summer between high school graduation and first year college. It was the happiest, freest-feeling summer I can recall.
This past summer…the summer I have dreampt of since I was a kid. That summer I wanted to have happen where I was at a lake house I could call my own…boat, swim, float, fish…wake up to the sound of waves lapping at the shore, sunrises, sunsets….bonfires, strumming guitars and laughter. The very summer I had growing up I now saw in the eyes of my own kids. Being here at the lake is and has been the best summer ever.
When I think of “best summer” the thing that goes around in my mind is my son’s 16th summer.
That summer it was just him and the boyz. There were 4 of them. All summer long, running free and unfettered. The only clothes they wore were shorts. Barefoot, no shirt. If I was home they’d come tumbling in for a while, looking for food, then they were gone again.
They were happy, dusty, tanned and sunburned. They’d breathlessly laugh about their exploits jumping off “The 40” (which is an old, old rail road trestle, abandoned, that faces the river, and is about 40 feet high,) and jumping off the bridge that leads out of town into the river. they’d give me details I really didn’t want to hear because it scared me, but they just laughed. They were invincible.
I happened to work at the best place ever at the time, family welcome, and when I was at work, sometimes the boyz would just come tumbling in the back door, and show up at my cubicle, and tell me scary stuff they were doing that day, and then run out the back door before I could catch them!
They were just utterly free and they were utterly happy and they were immortal.
Part of me rejoiced, part of me was saddened because it was so beautiful, and I knew this would never come again for them. But they didn’t know that. As far as they were concerned, that summer was going to last forever.
He’s 27 now.
The last two years on the farm, when I was 11 or 12, and I was accepted as part of the team, with my father and grandfather. I was expected to pull my weight and put in a full day. We started early, got the cows milked and fed, and then we went into the fields and worked our asses off all day. We all had our assigned duties, depending on if we we’re planting, haying or cutting the corn. We had to milk the cows at night, so we’d decide who would keep working in the field and who would go back and take care of the cows. Needless to say, I slept good every night.
Work will cure what ails ya!
Last year in Colorado for the first time. Went to my first music festival, hiked on amazing trails with beautiful views, met great people, and did acid for the first time.
The summer I turned 18 and moved, solo, to a 200 acre lake property in the Sierra Nevada hills as a caretaker. Just me and my horse, 2 cats and a dog and whole lot of boys that liked my little hippie cowgirl sexiness. I lived all alone in a cabin with no electricity for 3 months on this remote property in 1977. No phone, no computers, no nothing back then but a battery operated radio and kerosene lamps for reading and galloping along the lake, my blonde pigtails flying, tanned and lean with my 22 rifle. I was quite the little renegade adventurer. haha
2nd best, age 46, summer of 2006 when I moved into my new house on a 5 acre property, designed the patio, decorated everything, landscaped, it was my personal bohemian rhapsody paradise and I discovered my talent for design. Aaaah…star filled summer nights in the hot tub with a little smoke and some good wine, what more could a women want?
Oh yes, the turbo jets..forget men, no man can compete with turbo jets in the hot tub. lol
Look at me without a care in the world on the southern CA coast. It was my second summer. I was 17 months old.
@Dutchess_III I think that was my favorite answer of yours I’ve ever seen. That was very beautiful. :)
Thank you @DrasticDreamer. That memory was beautiful. I’m also quite glad they lived.
It would be hard for me to specify which summer was “best.” When I was younger, summer would consist of playing with friends all day, which was incredible but at the time, I didn’t appreciate it for what it was. When I was 11, me and my mom took a trip to visit relatives in Maine. They had a cabin on a lake and it had no plumbing but it was a lot of fun.
When I got older (18), I learned to drive and summer was great fun, but for no specific reason. Hanging out, going places, meeting up with friends, driving around. Every summer also included a trip to Cape Cod.
When I got a “real job” I took trips a lot but don’t remember if they were necessarily in summer. I went to Ireland three times, California, Washington DC, Las Vegas a few times, Florida a bunch of times, Vermont, always Cape Cod, too. All fun trips, hard to say which was better than the other.
One thing I forgot about that summer was that I had only one restriction and that was the Chris was not allowed to go to the dam. Shady, scary, rednecky, dirty people hung out there. Plus it was a dam, and when the water was flowing it’ll suck you under and keep you under for 15 minutes.
After the boyz were grown, in their 20’s, I said, “Fess up. You went to the dam sometimes, didn’t you!”
His friend, Zach, said, “No, we didn’t. Not with Chris because you told him not to. He was a good kid and he really respected you.”
Tears stinging my eyes again. I CAN’T BELIEVE I THOUGHT THAT KID WAS AN ACCIDENT AND I WASN’T SURE I WAS READY FOR ANOTHER BABY WHEN IT HAPPENED!!
The best summer of my life was spent on a cruise going from island to island all over the Atlantic ocean. Yes, I was on vacation from May 1st – September 12th, relaxing, getting massages, swimming whenever I wanted, playing in casinos, shopping, and crocheting with new friends I met who also love to crochet. For about a week or two I came down with the flu, and all my new friends came to visit me in my suite. It was such a delightful cruise. We stopped on some islands and I actually got to fall asleep on the beach!
This one has been one of the top three. Two great trips, seeing and reconnecting with my kids, lots of beach time with others and alone, new friendships and great boardwalk nights with free concerts and cool street life. Did I mention the ice cream and the empanadas?
@janbb Glad to hear you are finding new directions in your life!
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