We grew up in the long summers,
Days warmed and languid,
With our skin darkening and hair lightening.
Afternoons spent in pale blue water,
Jumping off diving boards,
Showing off for lifeguards who’d never notice,
Gossiping while drying off on deck chairs.
Nights beneath the stars,
We burnt marshmallows around a fire,
Cigarette smoke and spilled drinks,
We were mellow, laughing, barely talking.
Sneaking out by the light of the moon,
Breaking rules and meeting guys,
Losing sleep to make memories.
European vacations on the beach,
Hair stiff with sea salt,
No care in the world,
Except having adventures for stories to tell.
Falling in love for the first time,
Only to have a first heartbreak.
Waking up early for practice,
Only to skip for Starbucks or laying in a field,
Enjoying our mornings leisurely,
Grateful for choosing to relax than to swim.
Bike rides and walks for hours on trails,
Getting lost in nature without a care.
We grew up in the long summers,
Restlessly and recklessly in the moment,
Our lives seemingly larger than life.
We lived for the long summers when we could grow up.
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