Stricken Sounds

My fondest memories of my parents always involve us working outdoors in the summer months. We would work hard all the day in the summer sun, and we would goof around with each other, with my dad tossing me in the pool, or my mom spraying me with a hose. We would all work together, carrying old branches to the back fire pit, or raking up the grass, or even digging in the dirt in my mom’s garden! At the end of the day, after all the work was done, we would sit outside and have a bbq dinner, with hamburger and hotdogs. Then my dad would light up a bonfire and we would roast marshmallows until late into the night and watch the stars come out.