This post was happily written from a prompt given to us by The Red Dress Club. We were asked to mine for memories and write about games we played when we were younger. Here goes.
Every afternoon me, my brother and the neighborhood kids walked home from the bus stop, did our homework then headed outside to play kickball. We set up the bases around the
cul-de-sac and chose teams. Then the game was on!
During the summer our games lasted until after dark so we played by the light of the street lamp in the cul-de-sac. Who cared if the mosquitos ate us alive? We kept going stopping only for bathroom and Kool-Aid breaks. KC and the Sunshine Band, Fleetwood Mac, Donna Summer, The Commodores, and Aerosmith kept us company as we played into the night.
Those Georgia nights are forever engrained in my mind. I can
smell the honeysuckles and taste their nectar. I see the lightening bugs
brightening the night. I hear the crickets chirping loudly and the kids
yelling, “Run, go, go, to second!” Memories like these so vivid and clear
remind me that there’s no place like home. And I am thankful once again
to still live in the gorgeous state of Georgia.