Our feet had walked and waded through every path and creek we could find. We had built our forts and dismantled them. We rebuilt some of them and later abandoned them. The days were hot, too hot for outdoor play, and so after supper we all ventured into the dusk to reconnect our friendships with backyard and front-yard games.
- No Ghosts Are Out Tonight
- Hide and Seek
- Freeze Tag
- Statues (although our parents tried to bring Statues to a standstill. “It’s all fun and games until you break someone’s arm or someone loses an eye.”)
As dusk deepened into dark we trundled out of our houses with blankets and pillows, preparing for one more sleep out under the stars. We would lie under the stars laughing and giggling at the corny jokes we had heard and retold, deliciously shivering in mock-fear of local ghost stories and urban legends; the next one of us trying to outdo the last one. Finally, we would all climb into our bedrolls with sleepy eyes and try to pick out the constellations above, as sleep picked us off one by one.
In the morning, we would wake up waterlogged with dew and trundle back into our houses where comfortable beds invited us to “sleep in”. Later there would be time to plan and play through the day. Later we would each find activities that would push back thoughts of the Labor Day Holiday that ushered in the school year and pulled the plug on summer.
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