It was summer, like today. Very nice weather, with big trees all around my yard.
It was having friends,
and family.
Picnics.
It was real interactions, it was real connections.


It was my childhood.
Beautiful stuff.
Like flowers and butterflies.


Now, it's here. This.
This is summer.
This is holiday.


Life without technology was my childhood.
And it's all just a ravishing memory.