Friday, August 24, 2007

Dog Days of Summer

When I was a kid during the dog days of summer we stayed out until 9 or 10 at night tearing around in the dark, unwashed and covered in mosquito bites. We played kick-the-can, hid out in forts we'd built in our unkempt backyards. We bounded between yards, spying on the adults drinking cocktails inside houses, and terrorized each other with wicked stories of creatures from lagoons. And all around us the deafening sound of crickets and the scrape of june bugs clinging to back door screens.

Now our neighborhoods are quiet. Kids are inside with computer screens or at little league games, or the mall.

What happened to the wildness? What happened to the crickets?


AMGallegos said...

I believe most of those kids are now the adults inside drinking cocktails...but that's not where the wildness is either...

CJGallegos said...

I think that's where the wildness ended!