Everybody remembers going to the local fair. It’s warm outside and the day is long. You arrive, buy your handful of tickets for rides and games. I know, it’s wristbands now, but in my day, it was tickets. The music is blaring from the rides and the carnies are yelling out to passersby, “Win a prize!” The smell of corn dogs and polish sausage fill the air. Funnel cakes are obtained and eaten. And at the end of the day, the sun sets and the lights come on.
What is it I love about summer? Long summer days and warm nights with a cool breeze blowing. The lightning bugs lighting up the night like fairy lights leading the way. Going to festivals and fairs where the food is bad but perfect. The sounds of people laughing, having a good time. The feel of warm grass on my bare feet. Open windows and the sound of frogs and crickets singing. Fresh vegetables and grilled anything. Yes, I love summer.