Ahhhh summer. A time for late night swimming, fire pits, crop tops, acoustic guitars, beach dwelling, fireworks, ripped jean shorts, large sunnies, BBQ’s and any other fun little things you can think of!
When I think of summers, I tend to think of teenagers. Sneaking out to rendezvous with future lovers, no bills, just fun. Summers as an adult are welcomed (and loved) but with much less reckless abandonment.
Oh what I would give to be one again (a teenager that is). And if only my teenage self knew that my mom wasn’t lying when she said I had it easy then…
Here’s to Friday. To teenagers. And to summer.