On summer's shores...
"*Can we play video games? Is it time for a snack? Is the pool warm enough yet? Can we go biking? Watch a movie? Eat at the restaurant? Get some ice cream later?*"
Good. God... It's not even 10am yet.
They're working really hard to cram their entire summer vacation into the first hours, of the first morning, of the first day. Can't blame them though: I still remember that vertiginous freedom, the heart thumping excitement, a world of wonders ready for the taking and nothing but time as far as the eye could see. So I tell them to grab their bikes and we ride down to the river; just the three of us, some water and a few granola bars. I watch them run around and throw rocks and be kids.