There's this undercurrent of excitement and tension around these parts. It's production week of the big show, A level drama exams are in two weeks, all other exams are not far off and then... summer. True escape. Though it doesn't account for all this... tingle in the air. I've only felt it once before, in the air of what was the greatest summer of my life. Summer '07. I was 14 years old, about to start my GCSE year... and i started to not give a flying fuck! I spent every day bar one on Ramsgate beach (the other was in a hot tub in my friends garden O.o) with bright red streaks in my hair, some of the greatest people with me and a fairground just on the sea front. I have no idea how much money i spent on food, drinks and rides but it was so worth it. If a summer could be perfect... that one was.
Yet times has passed. And some of those people are still some of my bestest friends. Yet others i barely know, talk to, or even get along with these days. I have new friends. A new life. But something about that summer will remain with me always, burnt in my memory as 'So Wrong, It's Right'. Cause that summer had a soundtrack, by a certain band called All Time Low.
Now Summer '11 is approaching and it's got me thinking. I'm older now, so i'm sure i won't remember some of it. But it's also my last sumer here, in this dead-end town. I wonder if we could recreate, just for a day, the innocence of that summer. Cause that's what Summer '07 means to me; the last summer before i got hurt, the last summer before i learnt the hard truth about things. The last summer i truly, felt alive.
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