Summer has come to an end. The busyness and schedules of the school year has started. I wish the lazy summer days would never end and when I look into my children's eyes it makes me reflect on those long summer days of my own childhood. Those memories are special to me. I remember turning 17 and wishing life could stay like this forever. I was old enough to know that I would soon be an adult and have more responsibilities than I ever had. I soaked up that last year the best I could.
On the last day of summer of 2018, we packed up the van and headed to Brigham City to go down memory lane. I drove by all the places that meant something to me growing up and told the kids stories of my childhood. I showed them the places I worked. The schools I went to. The donuts we would buy at Kents on a Friday night and then stop to play at the gumball machine and try to win an extra gumball. We played at the park that may family went to often, I remember having a picnic there with the family and then walking around the pond that seemed so huge to me. I told them how I loved going to mutual at the church house and the night games we would play there. I showed them the 7-11 we would ride our bikes to and get ourselves a slurpee, some bazooka gum, and a tootsie roll that hopefully had the Indian who was shooting a star. I talked about my paper route and the hard work it took. I loved how memories just came flooding back to my mind. This city holds so many happy memories. But the best place of all was home. It always feels so good to go back home.
I think this was a really good way to spend the last day of summer. I'm pretty certain my seventeen year old self would be happy with what she had to look forward to.
