carmi enlisted his readers to share a favorite childhood summer memory. here's mine.
whenever i think of my favorite childhood memory, it's really just a snipet of a moment - a short video in my mind: me sitting barefoot on the front steps of my parents' home. the concrete is summer warm and i'm eating ice cold watermelon. spitting seeds and watching the dripping pink juice become a liquid piece of art on the sidewalk, i am content.