Sometimes I wonder what I'm-a gonna do..
Jun. 29th, 2007 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
honeymonsterCrrreeak.. BAM!
That is the sound of summer for me.
In the winter it was a storm door, in the summer a screen door, and from when someone went out to get the paper until after dinner, the door behind of it was hardly ever closed on a summer day. It, of course, was the front door to my grandmother's house.
Crrreeak.. BAM!
"Don't slam the door!"
"I'm NOT! It just does that!"
I was always in too much of a hurry to ease the door properly closed behind me, going in or out.
The weird thing is, I don't remember much of what I did on those summers, except trips to the lake and some killer water-gun fights, but that screen door slamming still sounds like summer.
That is the sound of summer for me.
In the winter it was a storm door, in the summer a screen door, and from when someone went out to get the paper until after dinner, the door behind of it was hardly ever closed on a summer day. It, of course, was the front door to my grandmother's house.
Crrreeak.. BAM!
"Don't slam the door!"
"I'm NOT! It just does that!"
I was always in too much of a hurry to ease the door properly closed behind me, going in or out.
The weird thing is, I don't remember much of what I did on those summers, except trips to the lake and some killer water-gun fights, but that screen door slamming still sounds like summer.
