Part of the goal of this whole project was to be able to enjoy the youthful aspects of the summertime. Back when simple joys like buying a gumball were all we needed, and summer seemed to never end. I know that some of the older persons reading this article will think I’m crazy, and while I recognize that I still am very young, I really feel that I am at a crossroads. I’m torn between the looming responsibilities of adulthood and the independence that comes along with it, and the carefree days when the biggest issues you’re faced with is what to eat for lunch: macaroni and cheese or fish sticks? For my purposes, I’d rather relive the younger years, which is why I chose to put this item on the list. I still remember living in Idaho and having all the time in the world to go mini-golfing with my family at Boondocks (which I think has now been renamed); in fact, its one of the few and fleeting memories of that time in my life. Conveniently, my brother and our friend Connor work at the local links, which means free golfing, mini or otherwise… so play, we did. For them, it was pretty much another day on the job, and we kept it informal (which means no score-keeping and anything goes). Still, it evoked a sense of childishness that I haven’t felt in a while. From the colorful golf balls and matching putters to the fake turf and little flags, it made me feel a little sentimental. However, it was sweltering outside, and my choice of top wasn’t helping much, so we played only a brief four holes of “big kid” golf thereafter. Let’s just say I’m not signing up to win a PGA tournament any time soon. Overall, it was a fun and for me, cheap way to spend the afternoon, and I hope to do it again before we leave… maybe by then I can up my game to make all of the Florida kids think I’m a big shot. A big shot at mini golfing… now that’s just an oxymoron.
Love & Summer,