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Sometimes summer was about bike ramps, races, being pushed off my bike and into the rosebushes, or having our bikes stolen. It was about going to my friends house who had air conditioning and a turntable with 45's and listening to Eleanor Rigby. Or it was about babysitting for the neighbor next door and wishing I could leave when the boyfriend came over and they started fighting. It was witnessing the boys on the block slowly turn into tough guys, with their own little "chop shop" for stolen bikes (see above).
Summer is relaxed, the routines, the schedule, the demands are all a little loose. The parental reins go slack. Maybe it's just dozing at the beach while the kids bury each other in the sand. Or maybe it's a few more hours of home alone time. Or maybe it's the permission to go on their bike by themselves, around the block, or to the library, or across town. Summer is adventure and exploration and sometimes a little danger.
My boys joke that you can tell if you had a good summer by the number of scrapes and cuts on your knees. Good or bad I'm not sure, but summer does seem to be a mix of juice pops and scrapes of one kind or another.