I was walking the dog this morning through a park near our house. I had on my "house" uniform of hooded sweat shirt, flip flops and cut-offs. I will wear this outfit in allegiance to my Santa Cruz roots until it is snowing.
The grass was wet under my toes. I was immediately brought back to going to parks near my house growing up, and being caught by the sprinkler systems- or trying to get under the water's range on a hot day:
That immediately brought up the ULTIMATE in grade school treat- my mom buying me and my siblings a Fun Fountain. It was always "Fun" for about the first 5 minutes, then we would do our best to jump through the spray, knock the clown's hat off, before becoming bored, and begging our parents to just take us to the beach.
Maybe it is because I have lived in cities and towns near the beach for the last 16 years, but I do not see kids scooting about under sprinklers, clown or otherwise. Now in London, I do not think they even have such devices here- no one has a front yard as such, usually just a small patch of cement with some scraggly plants, if anything. I do hope that somewhere, some kid is getting their rocks off jumping about a lawn. It is shocking how long it has been since that kid was me, even though it seems so vivid in my mind. How does that happen?
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