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| Those were the days, my friends |
It's Saturday! Yay!
A day to call my own. A time to moodle, putz, nap, dawdle, doodle...whatever I so choose to do.
Remember when we were young, and every day was Saturday?
Oh, we had chores and church and there were rules to follow throughout the week.
But truly, we had life by the tail.
Play with our friends all day. Play with our favorite water toys in the tub before bed. Get tucked into bed for the night. Then awake the next morning refreshed and renewed. A good yawn and a healthy stretch, and out the door we bounced for another day of play.
Life really was a beach year-round.
Eventually, of course, as we grew, playing with bathtub toys lost its lure. We yearned for bigger toys. More things to do. More people to see. More places to go.
Our sixth grade summer, my pals Kim, Tricia, Helen and I spent one whole day plotting our escape, as it were. The minute we turned 18, we would get great jobs, buy cool cars and share an apartment. An apartment with a pool, of course. We fantasized about furniture.
We couldn't wait to be adults, to go out on Friday nights.
We hadn't a clue or a care about Monday mornings.
And today, neither do I.
It's Saturday! Yay!
A day to be a kid again!
If only I could still fit into that little red two piece...
1 comment:
I do LOVE Saturdays!! The only difference now is; I prefer to spend the day in jammies instead of a little 2-piece, which btw, I believe I had a little red 2-piece just like that. Oh.....Those Were The Days!! And we thought life was so tough then!!
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