It seems like only yesterday I was enjoying hotdogs and lemonade in Missouri, able to play baseball with a plastic bat and enjoy the hot, humid summer to the fullest.
But at the same time, I'm probably making the memory seem much better than it probably was to experience it.
Now barbeques aren't as fun anymore - the idea of a day cooking hot dogs sounds like work. Not fun. But why? The transition from kid to adult shouldn't mean that I let everything become less enjoyable. But at the same time, there's so much to worry about once you are the one doing the cooking and cleaning up after. You have to make sure nothing burns, that it cooks right, and that you don't make more of a mess than is necessary. Too many worries can lead to perfection, but it takes away from the entire part where you're supposed to enjoy the time spent with family and friends.
Even though July is already over, August brings thoughts of Harvest time and the good food that comes with it. And the dishes. And the cleaning of the home to let guests come over. And the inevitable feeling of forgetting an item that should have been cooked before the mashed potatoes. Okay, maybe that last one was just me...
But something special happens when you forget your worries, even for just a moment, and look to your friends and family.
It feels nice. Almost enjoyable.
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