Summer

So, I spent 24 years living in Texas, and I don’t think I really noticed that Summers were stupid hot until I was in 9^th grade. That might be one of the weirdest things to say, but when I hit 14, I started hating how hot it got during the Summer.

I also remember that the local news used to have a 100-degree count over the Summer, which was something that people liked to keep track of. In fact, when we moved there is 1982, people were still talking about the summer of 1980, that was an awful Summer.

Now, growing up, down the street from my neighborhood was a waterpark, and that might be part of the reason that I never paid too much attention to the heat. My family got season passes to the water park, and I sent days there up to 7^th grade. (At that point, I thought it stopped being cool to go there… No reason, just fear of being in 7^th grade and be seen having fun someplace.) My mom would take me, and she would sit in a beach lounge chair, and I would run around the park. Then we’d head home at lunch, only to return for a few more hours before dinner. Not that we did that every day, as she was a part time nurse, but I would say, twice a week for a few Summers.