Wednesday, July 7, 2010


I love summer.  My WIP (work in progress--I know the industry term is MS, but I have the disease MS, and I don't want to think about it.  Besides WIP sounds so cool!) I digress.  My WIP is about summer.  About one magical summer.  Did you ever have one?

My most magical summer was the one between 8th and 9th grade.  I was living in Mesa, AZ.  There was a group of kids and we all lived within walking distance and we just hung out. In the 120 degree heat you live in your pool during daylight hours.    When the sun would finally go down we would converge on the street.  We swam, watched movies, and played basketball.  I don't really remember the specifics--except my best friend walking to my house barefoot and burning her feet.  But to me it remains a magical memory.

At the end of the summer my family moved to Seattle.  I had a great time in Seattle and always tell my parents how grateful I am that we moved, but that last summer in Arizona was my summer of magic.

Do you have any summer magic memories??


  1. Summer of 2007 I worked as a flatbed driver for a big refrigeration company in Vegas. I got to listen to my iPod at work, exercise, get plenty of sun, clock a lot of miles, workout every day on the way home, ride my motorcycle, and have mad party action with all of my friends from the ward. It was a ride and a half.

  2. Graham, you made me remember another magic summer. It was 1997, I was 19 and I moved in the middle of it (from Seattle back to Mesa) so I didn't work. I was in a great single's ward and we had so much fun. Beach trips, lake trips, movie trips, etc. Then I met Steve (sigh) and then I moved. My dad worked for an airline so I flew back to Seattle three times to hang out with Steve. More beaches, concerts, rapelling off old bridges in the middle of the night, trips to the emergence room, and lots of letters. I was so happy when that summer ended, cause I was back at college, Steve was there too, (and AZ was pretty boring). But that is one summer that lives on as awesome!!

  3. The summer between 11th and 12th grade was a pretty great one for no particular reason. It was uneventful and mellow and involved a lot of hanging with friends and parties and dances and meeting boys. Loved it!

  4. Mine is the summer after Joy and I were married. We went up to Alaska and fished until we couldn't fish no more. Dayton Beach the next year was just as fun, with seeing the alligators, St. Augustine, swimming with the gar and manatees. Those were our pre-children summers.