Let's talk summer

[Stripes]

You know what I live in north Ohio, right near the lake. I am sick and tired of anything that has to do with snow or ice. I have busted my butt three times already in the past two days falling on ice. Winter can kiss my mixed butt. So instead, let's talk about summer! Summer is my favorite season for the fact that there is no snow, no ice, it's hot-almost swelteringly so-and I get to wear shorts. So what's your favorite summer memory or just your favorite thing about summer. I'll start!

My favorite summer memory happened about four years ago. I was thirteen and I spent that whole summer with my best friend. I used to live down town so everyday while we were at my house we'd go up the street to the town square and sit by the fountain. We'd take our shoes off and dip our feet, we even had a water fight once. We were very bad children though and had a habit of taking the money out and spending it on McDonalds-we worked that off though. We were in walking range of just about everything but the mall. We'd go up to the library or down to the nature park. We went to my grandma's to help with her day care or we might just stay home and watch some movies. That summer belonged to us! The only downside to that summer though was that two teenage girls walking around in booty shorts and-in my friend's case-tank tops attracted a lot of attention from older guys. I can't even count how many times we have been harassed by people but of course nothing really happened, just a whole bunch of stupid guys hollering. Other than that, I loved that summer. Catching fireflies, watching 4th of July fireworks, staying up all hours of the night and sleeping all day. That was truly what being a teenager was about back then.

And that is my favorite summer memory. Now it's your turn! -Oh and my birthday is in the summer too, so yay!-

[the1truesushiboy]

My favorite memories of summer are numerous. When I was younger, our family would have family reunions and we'd go on a road trip to meet everybody. We'd have barbecue and snacks and soda and oh so much lovely food. I would always surprise my family with how much I was able to eat, despite my size and scrawniness. I remember just little bits and pieces of those holidays. Small things like learning a tongue twister from my grandfather or the mozzarella sticks from the restaurant in the hotel we stayed. They also had a Mortal Kombat arcade game. Oh what fun we'd have decapitating pixelated opponents. I have a deep fondness for those days, and yet I don't think I can remember a single significant event; only the small moments.

[Odin]

Summer? I'm still waiting for spring.

[Waker]

I will agree with you on the state of snow in Ohio. A little bit is fine, but I wasn't expecting this year to be the start of the Fimbulvinter.
But screw summer, I hate it even more than winter. Now autumn, that's a real season. Nice cool weather, the leaves changing color and of course excellent holidays like Thanksgiving.

[the1truesushiboy]

My favorite season changes from time to time, but it's only between autumn and spring. To be specific, mid season for each. I love the brisk, and enlivening air of change in the Autumn. The smell of winter around the corner evokes fond memories of all the holidays that surround the chilling weather of the time, bringing, instead, a different sort of warmth through the effluvium above of foreboding death. The final say we have of our actions outside are said here, and with a celebration we withdraw into lucid slumber. The subtle atmosphere of autumn is one I shall cherish for a long time. Fall... as we do so into a dormant state, we truly live for a moment in you. Spring is a different sort of emotion. One of excitement and venture. The season itself speaks in thunder of its presence. And, oh the rain. Oh, how I so love to sit on the back porch and gaze at the raw energy in the sky as is falls like a shattered river to the softening ground. Such fierce tranquility. An odd sort of thing it is to behold, yet it transfixes me to those indigo ashen plumes. And on nights of roaring silence, I'd dream while awake of impossible hopes merely to smile at the thought. Oh, spring... How you have enraptured my soul.