Noon burns gold into our hair

It's 20 degrees Celsius outside, which is what I like to call a pogo stick jumping day.

I got my first pogo stick when I was about 11 and today's weather (warm but not hot, sunny, just a slight wind and clear skies) is the perfect weather for jumping on a pogo stick.
I'm the only one in my family who can jump on one. I tried teaching my brother but it's like teaching a cow to walk down stairs; it was hopeless. My mom even tried. She wouldn't get both feet on and jump right back down unable to steady herself. They make it look so complicated when it's actually very easy. I wouldn't even let my dad try since he broke my stilts when I was 9.

I love weather like this. Summer is my favourite season, though, because I love the warmth and the sun. I love waking up summer mornings (or afternoons...) freezing (because my mom loves to keep the air conditioner on high) and going outside to eat my Froot Loops on the front porch. I love summer nights with fireflies, the smell of bonfires and enjoying the cooled down temperature not worrying about homework or school in the morning.

If there was one thing I could change about summer it wouldn't even be able summer, actually. I would change my skin's tolerance with the sun. I used to tan when I was younger but now I just sunburn. Probably because when I was little I would spend all day outside (while wearing sunscreen! duhhhzzzz) with the neighborhood kids while my hair turned white blonde and my imagination ran wild. My mom would stand on the back porch and bellow my name when it was dinner. I could hear her all the way around the corner, which was my boundary line. After dinner I was right back outside until it was dark and then we'd start our nightly game of Tag. We called it Tag but it was basically the ultimate game of hide-and-go-seek. We'd wait until the street lights flickered on and gather all the kids on our neighborhood. Normally there was about 8 or 10 of us who would play. It was awesome.

I remember asking my mom when I was little if I could be on tv (never an actress, though. I think all I wanted then was to be famous and known. How self-centered of me) but she never pursued that idea. Thanking back, I'm glad we didn't do any of that. I love my childhood memories and to have grown up without the skinned knees, T-ball, bee stings, tree forts, splinter childhood memories would be sort of sad. I didn't grow up too quickly and I'm so glad I didn't. You can't change the past or experiences.

When I was about 13, Dickie Roberts: Former Child Star was my favourite movie. I probably still have most of it memorized, too. He tried recreate the childhood he never had. Obviously, it was a total fail because it's impossible.

I don't even know where I'm going with this, I just went off on a random tangent.

ANYWAY...

Today is beautiful outside and I can hardly wait until summer! I may go fetch my pogo stick from the garage or search for my summer clothes and put my bulky sweaters away (hopefully for good!)
My brother said he's having a couple friends over for a barbecue later. Perfect time to ask his friend and his Friend's girl friend to star in my music video, non? :)