Being that I grew up in Santa Monica, I thought it only appropriate that I posted a picture of its beach. Photo courtesy of shutterstock.com.
I think it just comes with the progression of life in general;
The notion of summer being one long holiday when you’re a kid, ala the end of school and that “No more pencils, no more books, no more teachers…” thing.
Think about it…
Unless you screwed up in class and got bad grades during the regular school year, thus sentencing you to hard time in summer school,
Or if you’re of high school age and working at some crappy minimum wage, no benefits or basic rights, one step up from slavery type of job – or trying to get such,
Summer is three months (or two and a half today) of fun as in going to camps specializing in things you love to do, taking vacations to far off exotic places, visiting paradises like Zuma Beach in Malibu or Disneyland or whatever theme parks you may fancy, and watching spectacular fireworks displays on the evening of July 4th – and buying firecrackers and setting them off yourself.
Which you can’t do anymore in all but perhaps one or two communities in the Los Angeles area.
Not to mention hanging out at the local swimming pool and eating delicious barbecue at parties.
Or doing nothing at all, like many of us did back in the day – or at least I did as the majority of my summers were spent lazing around at my grandparents’ in Riverside, CA, not venturing outside until dusk due to the 90 + degree weather, watching TV, getting to play outside until 8:00 p.m., and essentially just vegging.
I forgot how good this song was; an essential tune of summer by Will Smith, or the Fresh Prince (& Jazzy Jeff) as he was known then when this dropped in 1991. Courtesy of YouTube – just click on the link.
Unfortunately, all that ends when you become an adult in society’s eyes.
Contrary to when you’re a kid, life doesn’t stop when June 21st comes around;
Rent and bills still have to be paid,
Your place of work doesn’t go on a two-or-three month hiatus as the best you can expect is two-week vacation – and that’s if you’re extremely lucky as you can’t put it past your overseers – I mean supervisors – to come up to you at the very last minute and inform you about some big project that you need to do, thus nuking your long-awaited freedom.
Personally, like more or less every other youngster I used to think that summer was the best time of year, for obvious reasons.
Now, and for pretty much my entire adulthood – I would say since my early 20s – that is not the case as I prefer Spring and Winter.
Spring? the leaves are just budding and it’s not so hot.
Winter? I like the chilliness and bundling up.
Not to mention the major holiday commemorating the birth of our Lord and Savior that anchors that season.
Another essential thing about summer; fireworks displays like these in Long Beach, CA every 4th day of July. Photo courtesy of timeout.com
Speaking of chilliness, there’s one big reason why summer doesn’t particularly hold my fancy anymore…
My body has gotten less tolerant to it as I’ve gotten older.
And the fact that it’s gotten hotter the past decade or so – we all know how temperatures have reached 120 degrees in places like Phoenix, AZ the past few days (my condolences to those folks) – hasn’t helped.
To sum it up in three words…
I HATE HOT.
And to sum up my feelings about this just-begun season…
I miss the way summer was as a kid, the way it was something to look forward to with all the fun and relaxing that often went along with it.
Now, that’s not really the case.
It’s a bit of a pity, but also inevitable as that’s part of one’s evolving as an adult, the responsibilities that don’t stop just because it’s June, July and August.
As such, for those who can afford it,
I hope your summer’s a good one.
I like the rainbow-like colors of these lounge chairs at this beach. Photo courtesy of the odysseyonline.com