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Just one more ride down that hill is what I want

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By Angye Morrison

It’s May already...and summer’s just around the corner. When I realized that, it got me to thinking about all the things I grew up doing during those blissful months without the burden of homework or school.

When I was a kid, the thing to do in the summertime was to go to the pool at the American Legion. It cost a dollar to get in, and there was a snack bar where you could purchase a small cup of soda and choose from a number of snack foods.

I still remember the feel of the hot concrete on our feet right before we’d jump into the cool water. The water always looked blue because the old pool was concrete and was painted blue. We spent hours playing, splashing, racing and jumping off the diving board, all while the sounds of “Benny and the Jets” bounced across the water from the speakers mounted on the building that housed the boys and girls locker rooms/bathrooms.

It was heaven...

The other activity in my hometown was to go to the lake. We’d waterski, go tubing and fishing, and it was all free.

There’s a state park in the county there, and there’s a public “beach”...an area that has white sand on the shore of the lake...as part of the park. That was one of my favorite places to hang out as a teenager. It cost a dollar to get in to swim there, and we’d lay on the dock or on the sandy “beach” for hours...talking about boys, shopping, cheerleading, makeup...boys...

It was heaven...

The other summer ritual that you just had to partake in was the annual trek to Six Flags over Georgia in Atlanta. It was only a couple of hours away, and it was a must.

It was always so hot there in the summer it seemed the black asphalt would turn into tar...and there were always long lines at all the rides that had any kind of water involved. But we didn’t care. It was a day of fun, sun and freedom. We’d wander the park and ride whatever we wanted, eat junk food, buy goofy things in the gift shops, and flirt with cute boys in the lines as we waited for the rides.

It was heaven...

Nowadays, when summer rolls around, I find myself thinking back to those days. Oh how I’ve longed for the days when I could just go barefoot, ride my bike, and be a kid. Six Flags has lost its luster, and the waters at the American Legion pool have long since dried up...but I sure would love to ride that purple bike with the white banana seat down the hill near our house, feet sticking out so I could feel the wind between my toes, just one more time...

It would be heaven...

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