Innocence Under the Summer Sun

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

They were the days of carefree restlessness and impatience with the stirrings of budding youth. Gone was the purity and simplicity of childhood. And blossoming was the innocence under the summer sun, when young minds wondered, with emotions roused, and bodies sprouting and emerging with anticipations and expectations.

INNOCENCE UNDER THE SUMMER SUN

By Al Garcia

They were the days of carefree restlessness and impatience with the stirrings of budding youth.  Gone was the purity and simplicity of childhood.  And blossoming was the innocence under the summer sun, when young minds wondered, with emotions roused, and bodies sprouting and emerging with anticipations and expectations.

The fledgling days of puppy love, of one-sided infatuations, fixations and fascinations, and of rudimentary obsessions.  Those were the days of summer, and of discontented hearts that knew not the ways of love, or of affection.  It was the call of the wild, unrecognized and disguised by the raging imaginations of youthful fantasies of adolescent indiscretions.

Gone are the days of building castles in the sand, and fighting imaginary windmills and make-believe villains and monsters from the sea.  The fomenting nectar of youth, bubbling and boiling under the hot summer sun.  Fizzling and sizzling with untamed innocence.  Restless, impatient, anxious, impulsive, and lured by the rhythm of the pulsating rays of the summer sun.

How I long for those carefree restless days, and of my innocence under the summer sun.  The seasons may have come and gone, but the memories of my days of innocence under the summer sun, still sets ablaze the burning images of my youth, when I was coming of age, and learning the difference between childhood dreams and make-believe fantasies, and the meaning of believing and of sharing more than castles in the sand or windmills in the sky.

How the years have passed.  But still deep down inside, I feel a piece of innocence that time has left untouched.  And it makes me yearn for another chance to once again ramble under the summer sun, and feel again the stirrings and the longings that still burn inside of me.


Submitted: September 29, 2021

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