Simple Summer Day...

Nothing fancy. Quite the opposite in fact. Hair long and uncombed. Free to brush the back of your neck or catch a warm, summer breeze. Imaginations lit up, dress-up bin raided, free to be whatever you want to be. A princess... an Indian girl... ...or even a veterinarian elf.

There is no limit to the possibilities. Free as a buffalo, able to roam with minimal interruption from meddling adults. Sticky from chocolaty, melting fudgesicles with no thought to stains on clothes or other things of little consequence. Prowling through the tall bushes, quietly, whispering in hopes of capturing an amphibious prisoner...only to let him go of course. This is the stuff of memories, this is the stuff of childhood, this is the stuff of simple summer days...