Lightning Strikes and bugs fly

It’s funny as I lay, stretched out across my sofa, I can see glimpses of light flicker every two to three seconds. Each time, my eyes are averted to the back door window and I would grow scared, not knowing if I’m just being paranoid because I never put up the blinds or longer curtain like my dad said. Or am I just imagining the neighborhood pervert standing outside the door, staring at my half nakedness. Whichever reason it is, I need to do put something up for privacy sake alone.

The twitches of light I see are lightening bugs. A slow grin appeared on my quasi-Asian faced shape as I reminisce about late summer days as my sister, cousin and I ran to catch those blinking bugs. I found myself stretched across the sofa, just looking at the bugs and smiling.

Those were the days where I would rock my LA Dodgers Starter set with pride and my sister would wear her Georgetown Hoyas set. You would think that we both were members of said teams, respectively. In those days I experienced my first kiss with a boy who hated lip gloss. During that time, we watched our mom and aunt go on the Oprah show and talk about bullying. I mean it was OPRAH man! We still asked my grandmother for a dollar because we could hear the ice cream truck coming. Our grandfather would treat us to a ride in his big yellow Ford as we made our run to Mickey Dee’s for breakfast. I would read 3 books of my cousin’s assigned summer reading while he played a triple hitter and give him a full report; it was kind of a verbal cliff notes. But he’d get all the credit at the end of the day. How cool were those days?

I never thought that the frightening precursors to a violent storm would bring about soothing, nostalgic childhood memories. As dusk turned to night, and the trees outside the glass swayed slightly, I came out of my trance and realized I was no longer 13. The bugs were now accompanied by crackling, too close for comfort lightening and most creatures were now disappearing, looking for a place to hide and wade out the impending storm.

But, I still remember the days when I ran up and down the hills of Pittsburgh, playing and not caring if the house wasn’t air conditioned, or if MTV was on, or what boy I should call. Just being with my family and friends was enough for me.

Sponsored by EnterTo.com the first REAL spam free email

Click Below to discover and share content from anywhere on the web