My Summer Spent

My second attempt at memoir writing, overview of adolescent summers spent living as what I referred to as "my bohemian lifestyle." This piece is unfinished for right now.

 

I relish the childlike freedom that comes with opening a door and stepping outside on a summer’s eve, being greeted by crickets chirping and the wind gently swishing through the evergreens.

I miss opening the rusted door on my 95 cherry red blazer, hopping in and relishing in the delight of a 11 o clock curfew, and the silent release from the chained reminder that my bearers brought on to me as a very young adolescent, “be home before the streetlights at the beachouse light.”

I miss the swiped bottles of cheap cabernet, with twisted psychedelic logos making me believe that they were an imported delight; and no matter how domestic the wine really was, I deemed myself a classy dame while I drank it under the moonlight.

 I miss the abandoned concrete boathouse near the old Delmar beach, with the immense original Jack Daniel’s whiskey barrel hidden from view in the decrepit old structure… I wanted to steal it, and give it as a gift to my whiskey drinking mother.

I miss the walk on the lake path to the swing that was painted as the American flag. Our swing had broken, and we rolled in the grass guffawing with laughter and the empty 6-pack of heinekein with empty bottles dripping with foam lying nearby. I don’t remember what I had been wearing, or the pattern that the waves made in lake that particular summer evening.

I remember not having a second thought in my head, as to how tomorrow would follow these nights, or even if they were my last moment, I would have been glad to been found dead.

I miss and remember the melodic sweet sounds of your guitar chords wafting in through an open door with the balmy summer breeze, waking me up far too early after I finally found rest with the sunrise only a few hours earlier.

 

Author's Note

(This piece is still under construction)

Reviews

[Hailey Pippitt]

Relaxing we all love summer. I like how you list all the things you list and describe them. Very pretty. I like it. Good job . Keep writing what you feel.

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Really beautiful retrospective. Very nice prose. It reads almost like a poem, or song lyrics. Very enjoyable and readable.

I wish you the best on this project. Wonderful stuff.