Summer caught on like wildfire

Sometimes I sit and stare on and let my mind try to grasp on to summer. Like the one summer we went to Yellowstone, and I got all crybaby because my cousin puked on me. Or the one summer we went to Vegas. And my birthday parties. Last year's summer. The summer we started high school. Going to Great America, scouting for hot guys. Then the following summer, getting fed up with staying home. All the previous summers, we had to take tennis and piano lessons. We had to take karate and self-defense, stopped at yellow belt and two stripes. The summer before eighth grade, I decided I didn't want to be taxi on the basketball team. That school year I made starting point guard. Playing in my cousin's backyard, my auntie yelling at us at noon to come in and eat, then we'd take naps, but go out at 4 again...wait until my mom got there at 6. The sun would go down around 8. Lazy weekends with dad. Going out in his Honda Prelude, letting the sunroof open. Going to the beach with my uncle, and eating lunch near a pond. Waking up late. Sleeping late. Summer parties, swimming parties. Not having to worry about seeing someone you know. Walking to Starbucks in downtown Andover, however small it was. Cousins spending weeks. Going to my grandma's house, and then staying there playing Super Nintendo and drinking all the soda we want.

I don't understand why some people could dislike summer. To me, its the greatest. I like it especially around June. Specifically around my birthday. =) Then...I like it untiil its August, and the wind gets a little chilly. Fourth of Julys get cold. Mom says not to go out because there are a lot of drunks out. I can't wait. I can't wait.