We were arriving home from a movie and dinner just a little while ago. The clouds were shreds of charcoal and violet against a periwinkle sky. A single star glimmered in the dusk. "9:15," Heidi noted, "and almost dark. The days are getting shorter." She sighed.
My mom nodded in agreement, but I shrugged. "What are you talking about?" I said. "Summer is hardly winding down."
Before they could object, I continued. "If you were seven and you had to go to bed when it was still light out at 7:30 in your underwear because it was too hot for pajamas, then you would know that July has verrry long days!"
I guess that was a formative experience.
My mom nodded in agreement, but I shrugged. "What are you talking about?" I said. "Summer is hardly winding down."
Before they could object, I continued. "If you were seven and you had to go to bed when it was still light out at 7:30 in your underwear because it was too hot for pajamas, then you would know that July has verrry long days!"
I guess that was a formative experience.
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