tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post2997768065335584376..comments2024-03-15T13:28:39.771-04:00Comments on Sourcebooks Casablanca Romance Authors: Those Lazy Days of SummerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12914920560584429315noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-40815710609984401732010-06-16T14:26:16.386-04:002010-06-16T14:26:16.386-04:00I remember the year I cleaned 5 houses a week so I...I remember the year I cleaned 5 houses a week so I could by myself a sailboat - a 14' Sunfish. It was $750. My hair was down past my butt, and so thick, it took two days to dry. I cut a yard of hair off my head, (and still had shoulder-length hair) thinking I'd be on the lake every day, my hair would never dry. I spent my summer sailing around the lake, racing other kids, stopping at the beach and swimming off the boat. That was one of my best summers.Robin Kayehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16262933225938609682noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-17863957128387183602010-06-16T03:09:36.074-04:002010-06-16T03:09:36.074-04:00I love the heat. I am not a cold weather person, s...I love the heat. I am not a cold weather person, so the heat of summer appeals to me.<br /><br />I love the flowers and how green everything is. And I love summer vacation! Both the kids being out of school so no hassling with homework, etc., and also the actual vacation where we go somewhere fun. No time to do that during school.<br /><br />Nostalgia wise I miss the freedom we had as kids. Safety just isn't what it used to be. I remember literally waving bye to my mom by 9am and not seeing her until nearly dark. No cell phones, so really more than half the time she had no idea where I was. It was wonderful! I feel sad that our generation cannot experience that, at least not in most places.Sharon Lathanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09539439531975181469noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-8601936310451465542010-06-15T03:43:49.568-04:002010-06-15T03:43:49.568-04:00I loved playing "spotlight" as a kid in ...I loved playing "spotlight" as a kid in the street of our block. For the un-initiated, one person, the "spotlight" would stand in the middle of the street on one end of the block and everyone else on the other. The "spotlight" person would turn around and count to ten and we'd run down the block and then hide. When the "spotlight runed back around he or she would try call out anyone who could be seen. The goal was to touch the spotlight before they turned back around and caught you. <br /><br />Those were the days when kids could play outside in the street without adult supervision and people parked cars on the street that had bumpers big enough you could crawl on to hide. Obviously long before the advent of car alarms. Sorry I'm totally rambling but oh I have such fond memories!Amanda Foresterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01985238568270688021noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-91734535144979851202010-06-14T13:53:28.703-04:002010-06-14T13:53:28.703-04:00My days at the beach. A friend and I would go down...My days at the beach. A friend and I would go down there to look at the guys. :} And later on go to Balboa Island to do the same.Linda Wisdomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04398941824875217938noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-56644417484124487642010-06-14T12:21:45.681-04:002010-06-14T12:21:45.681-04:00I remember riding bikes, kick the can, lightening ...I remember riding bikes, kick the can, lightening bugs, climbing trees, and scraped knees! Ouch!<br /><br />No cell phones, no pagers, no pervs trying to grab you as you were biking. Even when my son was little, 21 yrs ago, I felt safe letting him out the door. At the time we lived in a small town. <br /><br />Nowadays...I wouldn't let my dog out, if I had a dog, without protection of some sort or watching the poor thing like a hawk. Doesn't say much about our society does it?Jessicahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12611630330433014861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-63932685009216860302010-06-14T12:05:11.487-04:002010-06-14T12:05:11.487-04:00I absolutely love summer and always have. And I s...I absolutely love summer and always have. And I still love the innocence of childhood. One of my favorite memories was going to my grandfather's house and picking blackberries. We would eat them right off the bush. Funny, now I can't imagine eating anything right off the bush without washing it first, but when I was a child, it was a delight! <br />AmeliaAmeliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07603588884175706382noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-41676445600727913202010-06-14T12:03:37.781-04:002010-06-14T12:03:37.781-04:00When I was a teen, my best friend and I would walk...When I was a teen, my best friend and I would walk down the railroad tracks and sneak into an old abandoned estate that had lots of tumble-down Victorian buildings. It was a "no trespassing" place so once in a while we'd have to run from the caretaker, but it was worth it! A magical place. We'd make up stories about who lived there back in the day. <br />I went back a few years ago and it's still there, but many of the buildings are gone.Joanne Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02842031719126899384noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-16464247072191930112010-06-14T11:27:56.843-04:002010-06-14T11:27:56.843-04:00I'm married to a teacher, so I do still get so...I'm married to a teacher, so I do still get some of that same "ohmygoditssummer!" excitement building up in our house. We usually use summer months to shoulder our backpacks and travel to some exotic locale. Not sure where we'll be this summer, but I'm looking forward to it!<br /><br />TawnaTAWNA FENSKEhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11468819219529035563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-68506121717276526842010-06-14T11:11:00.236-04:002010-06-14T11:11:00.236-04:00I miss swinging from a palm tree on the beach, cat...I miss swinging from a palm tree on the beach, catching the crabs, forts in the woods, playing in the river, catching tadpoles, fireflies, sleep-overs, pool-hopping... It was a safer world then.Author Kathryne Kennedyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05206690509533777067noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-62717977327445147602010-06-14T11:07:58.200-04:002010-06-14T11:07:58.200-04:00Yes, Maribeth! That's exactly what I was getti...Yes, Maribeth! That's exactly what I was getting at. Fun is organized now.Shanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06267793335415078380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-72071509528814001852010-06-14T11:06:09.137-04:002010-06-14T11:06:09.137-04:00All of this and stick ball, baseball and kick the ...All of this and stick ball, baseball and kick the can in the empty field. I told my grandson about this once and he said he wished he could have been around before "fun was organized."<br />Memory Lane can be a wonderful place.<br /><br />Maribeth<br /><a href="http://gigglesandguns.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">Giggles and Guns</a>Mary@GigglesandGunshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07350818228268801008noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-79672888777888770602010-06-14T10:07:48.192-04:002010-06-14T10:07:48.192-04:00I knew I wasn't alone. And I do wonder what my...I knew I wasn't alone. And I do wonder what my daughter will be nostalgic about. Hopefully not sitting inside playing video games all day!Shanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06267793335415078380noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-89223249690376825892010-06-14T09:46:57.197-04:002010-06-14T09:46:57.197-04:00Shana--I remember reading that book right before s...Shana--I remember reading that book right before school was out one year. It is the perfect book to read at the end of the school year, or to assign for a summer reading book! <br /><br />Most of my young summers were before the dawn of "everday" technology (though there were a few kids who had pagers, hahaha!) and it was so much fun to be able to just wander off and not come back until later in the day for dinner :)Danielle Jackson Dresserhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15293766728921704640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-18624971535114084672010-06-14T09:44:11.336-04:002010-06-14T09:44:11.336-04:00I remember all the things you did and I didn't...I remember all the things you did and I didn't live in a terribly small town. It was a bedroom town of a major city. <br /><br />But it was perfectly safe to ride our bikes anywhere. At night we'd play outside, even after dark. We'd catch fireflys with our bare hands and keep them in jars. <br /><br />Nostaligia has a way of blurring the edges though. We were still warned not to take candy from strangers. Indeed not even to talk to strangers. And those fireflys always died, even if you punched air holes in the lid. <br /><br />I wonder what our kids will be nostalgic about? I assume there might be fun-filled moments for them to miss too. At least I hope so.<br /><br />AshHot Ash Romance Novelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10633691302884163101noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-90530410326633539782010-06-14T09:16:51.966-04:002010-06-14T09:16:51.966-04:00When we lived in California, we used to ride our b...When we lived in California, we used to ride our bicycles to the park where they had a couple of huge swimming pools and swam all summer long. We'd ride our bicycles to the elementary school and I always imagined I was driving my car. LOL When I was in 5th grade, we moved to Florida. We lived across from a jungle and used to explore it. And we climbed mountains of sand beyond our canal where they were filling in the swampland. So it was like being at the edge of a jungle, with long ridges of twenty foot towering sand dunes nearby. Talk about a perfect fantasy land to live in!Terry Spearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14788961423817944896noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2802601138878132017.post-52887228286139292122010-06-14T08:39:27.953-04:002010-06-14T08:39:27.953-04:00Pretty much the same things, Shana. I used to ride...Pretty much the same things, Shana. I used to ride my bike to the little shopping center in our subdivision, go to the library, and play Capture the Flag with all the kids in the neighborhood. Didn't have a phone and, for the most part, didn't need one. Sadly, I think those days are gone.Cheryl Brookshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11464377381132807409noreply@blogger.com