I think summer is the best season for me for bringing back memories from my childhood. Mostly when I ride my bike even in my sixth decade of life it doesn't take long for the memories to come flooding back.
The smell of grass or seeing someone mowing are big memory motivators. And the sounds of sprinklers and mostly just the feeling of wind in my face as I ride my bicycle makes me feel like I'm 12 years old again. I spent a lot of time riding my bike to a nearby park where there was a summer program of activities. City Park was a favorite hang out with a few friends, where we spent time making lanyards from some plastic strips of different colors. It must've also been the time of making chains from gum wrappers.Other organized games and sports activities were also on tap.
If I wasn't at the park I often would take my bike to the local library. Picking up three or four books every couple of weeks was just a routine and kept me busy many an afternoon. And of course bike riding with friends! One of my friends had a tandem bicycle so that was really fun to ride around town and off to a local dairy store for an ice cream cone in the evening. As we got a little older we started taking trips past boys' houses that we liked, certain if we were spotted that it would just seem like a natural occurrence. Most of the time we were not seen by the object of our interest.
The Fourth of July holiday has its own special set of memories because our town has a huge parade and it's kind of the thing to do on the morning of the Fourth. For some reason I have a distinct memory of being very young and traveling to a local to store where I got to pick between red or blue or white tennis shoes as we called them. My summer shoes. I recall alternating years between red and blue mostly. Our town where I still live today remains very patriotic so flag-waving and wearing patriotic colors was certainly a big deal. There was always a cook out in the afternoon and then fireworks in the evening. It seemed everybody did these things.
We had a nearby fruit market which I remember walking to and buying two plums for a nickel, and I seem to remember picking up a popsicle or an ice cream bar for five or ten cents at a nearby Dairy store, which by the way I ended up working for during my teen years. There were also the everyday activities of catching lightning bugs, freeze tag, baseball, red light green light, and plain old hide and seek as the darkness fell. And a lot of time was spent just sitting on the front porch swing watching the traffic go by which became more interesting as we became teenagers.
So lucky I am to have this pack of good times and good feelings to take out and look at whenever I choose!