The fleeting nature of summer

The fleeting nature of summer

I wish I wasn’t told as a kid to enjoy summer. My dad had always said when I was growing up, just before locking my brother and I outside, that he missed summer as a kid. He told us we’d look back, longing for the freedom and the irresponsibility that childhood summers brought with the warm weather and the green leaves. Then he’d tell us to play outside for two, three hours, responding to objections with it’ll be good for you, and he’d shut the …