Growing up in the San Fernando Valley of Los Angeles in the 1960's was magical.
There was nothing like the valley nights. The air stayed warm and still until it was time to be safely tucked into bed.
I remember the first year we lived in the valley, we had no air conditioning. We all slept downstairs just to stay cool.
We didn't have a pool, so finding ways to stay cool was the the ultimate goal each and every day of those childhood summers.
We ran through the sprinklers any chance we could.
The sprinklers were our ocean...the slip n slide, our lazy river.
I can still remember the song of the ice cream truck and the dripping rainbow popsicles.
A nice long walk to Van Nuys Blvd. ended with a double feature of Elvis for 65 cents.
Cupid's Hot dogs were the way to go. If you had some extra money, Bob's Big Boy was the way to spend it.
Outside for hours (no computers, or cell phones, or dvd's to buy) playing anything we could think of.
Statue, tag, hide and seek, cowboy and Indians, Barbie's, Mystery Date, Twister, roller skates with keys...
If you're a baby boomer, some of this might sound familiar.
Each generation holds memories that burn an unending pathway to the heart, soul and mind.
It was 101 here today. Maybe the heat is getting to me.
Or maybe it's just the memories of summers gone by.