That was summer
Remember the taste of the
salty water when the waves crashed over
me?
Remember when my cousins were
fighting on the biscuit and Layton fell off
into freezing cold water?
That was summer.
Remember the time that my little
sister stole my brother’s chocolate and
started eating it?
Remember when my cousin did a
forward flip onto the house and broke his neck?
That was summer.
Remember the smell of the
flowers blooming in your Nana’s garden?
Do you remember the family
just sitting down and ripping the presents open, making lots of noise?
That was summer.
