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When Summer Was a Vacation
Enlightenment through peaches
The Oracle told me there is a chance of something wonderful falling into my lap soon. I’ve been trying to remain seated.
When I was a kid school never started until after Labor Day and it let out before Memorial Day. As a kid I saw it as some kind of inviolable law. It was sacrosanct to reality. That is how long I learned summer was supposed to be.
Nowadays, kids get out of school in June and go back in August. That is just plain wrong! It’s not natural.
Anyway, this new week just entered will include an exuberant End-of-the-Summer-Blow-Out with the grandangels. Not one but two days trying to get as much summer in as we can before school starts next week.
It’s important.
Personally, I don’t get summer vacations. I just get summer. When I was a kid summer vacation was always a big deal. It was way better — and much longer — than Christmas. It was a time to plug in to Mother Earth. It was a time of limitless fun and adventure. It was a time to grow.
But then we had to grow up and become corrupted by mass consciousness. After graduating from school we got sucked into the unreal world of work and didn’t even realize we were losing our greatest childhood treasure: Summer vacation.
