I LOVE the Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong version of this song. It’s blue-sy and jazzy and it’s an all around great song. And of course, it reminds me of summer.
We went to a barbecue/swim party Saturday. It was your typical Southern California summer BBQ. At least 90 degrees, kids in and out of the pool and having a great time, lots of yummy baby back ribs, potato salad…and of course, ice cold beers!
Watching the kids play totally reminded me of when I was a kid. They were all running around in their bathing suits, in and out of the pool, getting water all over the chips and dips, hair drying in long, messy strands. And happy and laughing.
When we were kids, we had a pool in our backyard. Not the little pool in the picture above, but a real pool. I swear during the summer we’d be in it from morning till night. I don’t even think we ever had towels to dry off. We would just run around in the backyard when we were done swimming, and the water evaporated. Our friends down the street also had a pool, so we’d jump out of our pool, run down to their house, and jump in their pool.
When we got tired of swimming, we’d jump on our bikes and ride all over the neighborhood. The only rule was that we all were expected home when we heard the call for dinner (or when we got hungry…whichever came first), and again when the street lights came on. Most of the day, I don’t even think our parents knew where any of us were. There were a ton of kids on the street we grew up, and we all just kept moving from house to house.
When I think about those days, it still makes me happy. And now it makes me sad, too. Why? Because my kids will never experience any of what I just described. We don’t have a pool, so they won’t be in it all day long…but that’s not what I mean. I mean they won’t run up and down the street, back and forth to their friend’s houses unsupervised. They won’t jump on their bikes and just take off to wherever. They won’t roam freely until the street lights come on. They won’t even get to run around in their bathing suits.
Now, there seems to be crazy, sick, perverted people everywhere. When you turn on the TV, there’s another child missing, found dead, or found alive but only after surviving some horrible experiences. Real life boogy men seem to be multiplying in numbers and becoming more aggressive and deadly. Our kids won’t even be able to play in their own front yard if we aren’t out there because of the fear of them being “taken”.
I will know where they are 24/7. I won’t let them swim at some random friend’s house if I don’t know the parents. I will walk them to their friend’s house down the street. And don’t get me wrong…that’s good parenting! When we were kids (30+ years ago), it was a different time. And I kind of wish that my kids could experience it.
And so it goes…