Electric Raspberry

Remember when you were a kid, and life seemed simple? Summer days were long and hot, sun beating down on your shoulders. Summer vacation meant endless days of homemade lemonade, eskimo pies, and playing in the hose, water shooting into the Robin’s egg sky, and falling like rain. Running barefoot from scolding hot pavement to cool blades of grass. Slumber parties and summer crushes. Trips to the 99 cent store to buy pastel sidewalk chalk and cheap, plastic dolls. Remember when makeup was flavored chapstick and glittery lipgloss, sticky like honey? Jelly sandals and My Little Pony Stickers. Water balloon fights and building ice cream sundaes to eat in the summer fort. “NO BOYZ ALLOWED!” Inviting your girlfriends over to set up your Barbies in a makeshift town. Dream Houses and tiny high heels, sprawled across the yard. Everything was denim shorts with daisy details and strawberry Poptart mornings. Days bleed together until August rolls around and you stock up on Lisa Frank pocket folders and glitter gel pens.