Consider this quote of summer:
“Every summer, like the roses, childhood returns.”
Every summer since I was young, I’ve always felt a sense of exhilaration; of rebirth. It was as if I was being dipped in healing waters. I recall the annual excursions our family would take to a local state park on the Lake Erie shore; how it was an escape from the everyday hum-drum. Summer arrived and the hope of beach days was a treasured anticipation. Every summer, we returned to being children – if only in spirit – and remember how good life was and could be again and often.
What does Rubin’s quote say to you? Tell us about a summer moment when you embraced your youth in a good way. (You can write a poem of roses, if that’s your wish) Return with us in the beauty of summer days.