Summertime

The first day of June. It's about 88 degrees outside. Summer is here. I hate the heat and yet I love it at the same time. I love it because it brings back memories. My brother's birthday is in June and mine is in July. (My dad called Jordy a June bug and me a July fly.) So I can remember birthday parties at pools and having water gun fights.
On the weekends the smell of the grill cooking and BBQ fills the air. And people have outdoor get-togethers in the evenings, hoping it will be cooler. But it still can feel hot, even at dark.
One of my favorite Holidays is the 4th of July. I love to watch fireworks.
And people will make homemade ice-cream. The first time I remember it being made felt like it took 3 hours, when it probably took about 40 minuets. But it tasted so sweet and cold. And good.
I love summertime.