The feeling of the sun burning your chest.
The feeling of taking a well-needed rest.
The feeling of Summer.
Summer is for swimming in the pool until the cows come home.
Summer is for playing with your toys while you dry off after a long pool swim.
Summer is for eating hot dogs in your friends’ backyard after swimming.
Summer is for eating ice cream at the pier.
Summer is for drinking ****** Pina Colada while your parents drink beer.
Summer is for making sand castles with your cousin and calling each other when you get home.
Summer is for eating potato chips while watching your favorite show.
Summer is for playing video games with your friends.
Summer is for having a wonky sleep schedule and watching movies all-night.
Summer is for biking to the corner store and buying a popsicle of spongebob with gumball eyes that look distorted.
Summer is for sitting in a chair watching the dodger game listening to the ocean.
Summer is for your mom vigorously slapping you claiming she’s “putting sunscreen on you.”
Summer is for your dad yelling at the TV that “It’s not a strike, it’s a ball!”
Summer is for going to Baskin Robbins and getting a scoop of Daiquiri Ice.
Summer is for burning yourself trying to put your seatbelt on.
Summer is for buying ice cream from the ice cream man at the park.
Summer is for eating soft tacos watching the sun set.
Summer is for choking on plastic trying to open an Otter Pop with your friend.
Summer is for dipping potato chips in vanilla ice cream because it’s goofy and it tastes good.
Summer is for eating ice cream for breakfast.
Summer is for eating a hamburger and salty fries in your dad’s car watching a movie through someone else’s window.
Summer is for making an ice cream sensation in your kitchen.
Summer is for sitting in a chair and breathing in and out. There is no homework. No tardy sweeps. No bullies. No past-due assignments. No stress. That’s what summer is really for.

Thurdays are the best, there is no tests because teachers save that for Friday, there are no assemblies because it is thursday. On thursday, you turn in all your projects, you finish and that big weight under your chest floats into the air along with the birds, the bees and the balloons. Just the word Thursday sounds good. "See you on Thursday." "Ok." I don't know about you, but Thursdays are my day.