Remember summer reading? I don't mean the lists your teachers handed out as "suggested reading" for the summer. (Sorry, Bridget!) I mean having the time away from school to finally read what you wanted to read.
I probably brought a few books to camp and on the road trips to visit my grandparents. But the best part of summer reading was having some days with nothing planned and a quiet place to be. I'd lie on my stomach on the carpeted floor of the basement where it was cool. Funny, but I don't even remember what books I read there. Just the halfway sleepy sensation of coming out of the story when I was finished, feeling a little stiff, checking my elbows for rug burns.
At our library, and I'm sure many others across the country, summer reading officially begins Monday with a big party. I'll tell you all about it next week. Meanwhile, I have the day off, it's raining, and I have reading to do.