I hate Summer. I hate feeling hot. I hate sweating. Yet as a child, summer was exhilarating, it was true bliss. One of my favorite memories from my childhood summers, was running through sprinklers.
After an entire day of running around. The sun would glaze my skin and a constant layer of sweat would garnish my body.
And the best feeling would be running home late in the evening, when the sun was already setting behind the horizon and the sky was painted a gorgeous shade of red and oranges.
The wind keeping my hair out of my face when I would pass my neighbors house and hear the light click that would indicate that the sprinklers were due to turn on any second. I’d anxiously wait to see them flicker on and start spraying the grass.
The second they did, my small limbs would instantly carry me through the scene of water flying high. Every drop of cold water would hit my burning skin and an instant shiver would fly down my spine.
After successfully drowning in the sprinklers, my clothes would be soaking and stuck to my skin, and I would continue my way home. As I ran the wind would force every droplet of water clean off my skin with a sharp cold graze.
As I ran past the corner stop where I knew my house would be two blocks away, my smile would drop and I’d prepare to enter. The sky now darkening over and the stars shining through.
I’d give a last look up to the sky where the moon would wish me good luck as my soaked figure would finally turn the door knob and my shaky legs would carry me through the door.
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