Hey all! Here is my first entry for Timeless Thoughts. Our internet connection has been pretty bad this past week but I’m grateful that I finally got to put this up. I thought I’d talk about one of the most memorable summers of my life- the Summer of 2005. It’s basically the gist of my whole childhood. Here goes:
Childhood at its finest.
I remember it vividly.
I remember being 12 and grabbing our bikes and riding to a Boost Race– a game we neighborhood kids coined up. We’d pedal really fast and swing both our legs to one side as we dodged approaching cars in the main road. (Note: Do not try this at home.) I even had my own boost gear: my gray-rimmed lab goggles with the pink helmet I’d use for in-line skating. We’d start off by our local “haunted house” (aka this house that burned down a couple of years before, so the people living there decided to abandon it), then we’d finish by our houses. This race was the closest thing we had to doing something brave, aside from scaring each other silly when we’d go inside the haunted house.
During most afternoons, we’d grab our lightsabers/swords and have a “war” outside. We kids would split into teams and the leader would assign a fort (aka our houses). I remember my team- we had the epic Fort Santiago (aka the house of one of my teammates). I’d fight the boys bravely in my Anakin Skywalker-style lightsaber-swinging; they had no chance against me and the power of the Dark Side *evil laugh*. During breaks, we’d munch on some snacks and drink some cold water/juice that my neighbor’s maids would serve us at our “Fort”.
On very hot days, the neighborhood kids would buy some cold taho and homemade iced popsicles from us. We would create these popsicles by freezing juice poured in narrow plastic bags. (Milo-flavored popsicle – aka “ice candy”, was one of our bestsellers)
Then we’d occasionally hit the pool a couple of minutes away from our houses, for a game of Chicken Fight. Since I was usually the only girl there (unless during days when my cousin would join us), I’d always have the spot on top. And it’s good because I was pretty good at this game.
There was also this kid- he was the biggest, toughest dude in our neighborhood at only 11; we’d call him the Swear-Word Dictionary. We’d give him letters from the alphabet and he’d spurt out swear words with those letters without breaking a sweat. He was a natural and we kids were immensely entertained by his ability. He just seemed so grown-up.
It was also in summer that the annual Vacation Bible School would be held in our little village. All my siblings and neighborhood friends would join in and we’d always team up during group activities. I’m usually the quiet, introverted type but every time I was with my neighbors, I’d magically turn into an outgoing kid who made friends easily. Ahhh… Those were the days. (Now I’m just shy and very introverted.)
During most nights, we’d head to a certain neighbor’s house to play. If we were in the mood for some boardgames, we’d huddle together and play his Lord of the Rings Monopoly. If we were up for some videogame fun, we’d take turns playing “Sims Bustin’ Out” on his GameBoy SP. But on most days, we’d play with our action figures and LEGO sets (that LEGO hotel we made was epic!). We’d play until we got called for dinner.
However, the biggest event was probably Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. It was coming out soon so ALL of us neighborhood kids were beyond excited. We’d play the game on PS2 non-stop (along with one of those Dynasty Warriors games but that’s a different story), alternating the story mode and versus mode. Aside from that, we also collected the action figures. The Star Wars movie was to be out on May 19 so whoever had a chance to watch it first scored bragging rights. One of my closest neighbors did and he was totally the coolest kid in our village for a day.
Can’t believe this all happened 10 years ago. There’s just this sense of wonder you get as a kid. The world feels like one magical place where your imagination has no boundaries. No need to worry about practical matters yet. I miss that naivety.
Yes, that summer of 2005. I wish I could live through it again.