I remember those scortching hot summer days, sitting in the backseat of the car with my brother, legs sticking to the vinyl seats, faces red from the heat. We used to travel to the beach every year to visit the ocean, play in the water, collect sea treasures, build sandcastles and explore.
It was a tradition to stop for ice cream on the way home. The two of us always had the peanut butter and it was so yummy I can recall the taste even today. And after a day of fun in the sun, bellies full of sweet creaminess, we almost always nodded off to sleep, our heads bobbing for some time only to land on eachother, we made the journey back home.
Enjoy these summer days. They are the stuff of memories.