My memories of summer? Being indoors nearly all day, every day, pressing my nose up to the tinted windows behind heavy curtains, wishing it were cool enough to go outside. Feeling lonely because it was too hot to go to your friends’ house and bored to tears because you’d read all your books. Hoping the pool would feel good but instead it’s like swimmimg in spit.
Burning my feet bad enough to get blisters when a mean kid took my sandals. Sizzling hot car seats, seatbelts nearly white hot, the a/c wouldn’t reach the back seat, and nearly passing out from the heat on long trips. Never having an outside party because your birthday was in the summer, and so you could only invite a few kids and you couldn’t do anything because you were inside, anyway.
The car’s windshield breaking because it was too hot when dad went to wash it. Rashes. Sun burns (one so bad I had teeny blisters). Getting so hot you feel sick to your stomach. Steaming hot water from the hose. My sister’s rabbits dying in less than an hour when they tipped over their water bottle. Monsoon season when the temp is 125 and nearly the same in humidity. Feeling tired, damp and disgusting all the time, for months and months so that you don’t think you’ll ever feel okay again. Slimy, smelly sun block dripping in your eyes making them burn and sting.
I hate summer.