I’m too tired now to give a nice explanation, but probably playing with Legos with my dad as a kid. Either that or waking up on a REALLY stormy summer morning and going to grandma’s house.
I’m too tired now to give a nice explanation, but probably playing with Legos with my dad as a kid. Either that or waking up on a REALLY stormy summer morning and going to grandma’s house.
If it counts (I was 17) probably the last summer before college. I hated my life growing up, and I don’t think I have ever looked forward to anything more than moving away to college and being on my own.
As for a younger memory, probably getting off for summer vacation and being able to just watch tv and do nothing all the time.