Childhood Summers

I loved my childhood summers In the mountains, where we stayed In a small, one-bedroom bungalow Where memories were made. We didn’t mind the lack of space; Outside were fields of grass With lots of friends to hang with - Oh, how quickly time did pass! In day camp we had arts and crafts; We swam and ran around And played on teams in every sport Where balls or nets were found. Specifics now have vanished From the cells inside my brain, But the happy feelings overall Still powerfully remain. We had such freedom then as kids; Our days belonged to us. So when our moms yelled, “Suppertime!” We bounded home, no fuss. The youth today, on hearing this, Would not know what I mean, For summers now are supervised Or spent before a screen.