What happened to cracked pavement sucking the moisture from our shoes? The sour lemonade we drank and the cheap sunglasses we wore?
What happened to the backyard barbecues in the bitter heat and the dusty crowded beaches?
What happened to the trails we walked until our bones were aching and our muscles stale, and bike paths no one else rode?
What happened to the capture the flag games in the local park and sitting under the bleachers to escape the violent sun?
What happened to the camping trips with bonfires and snakes and lizards? The ones where we got in trouble for jumping in the lake in our clothes, and we stayed up with flashlights, playing tag in the dark?
What happened to cherry popsicles in a lawn chair, after chasing the ice cream truck down the block?
What happened to what summer was supposed to be?