Remember KICK THE CAN?

And S-P-U-D?

And sharks & minnows?

And greased watermelons in the deep end?

And squeezing in during sardines?

And water ballet? (that's been coming up a lot lately....point your toes and put down that bubble gum cigarette)

Remember bubble gum cigarettes? I mean.... what?!?

Do you remember ice cream by the 6-gallon (friendly's containers - were they 6, or more???) in the freezer in the garage?

And the swim team sleep-over with sleeping bags lining the chaise lounges?

And making towel hammocks?

Do you remember chits?

Grilled cheeses at the quarter deck?

The guest book from Norcross Drive?

And little white bags of candy exposed to salty air for a few too many hours?

What about the draft horse pull at the fair?

Washing cow tails?

Needle point on the beach?

Illumination night?

Rice in salt shakers?

Scooping ice cream?

Serving fritters?

Harbor tours on the "S.S. Fresh Off"?

Peddling t-shirts?

Walking out water street with ice cream in hand?

Gidget bikes?

Deflating tires to drive over-sand?

Looking way up at the blue ribbon sunflower?

Do you remember summer as a 6-year-old?

As a 13-year-old?

Summer as a 16-year-old?

There is magic in these fleeting minutes.

Magic.