Just a couple of weeks back, J, Chéri and I spent a weekend in a little chalet we rented together.
The cabin included a great backyard, with access to a beautiful lake. And in the afternoon, as we were sitting on the dock at reasonable social distance, sipping on pink grapefruit Perrier, I just asked J…
Don’t you miss drinking water straight from the hose?
Which got me a really puzzled and confused stare, right back. It came out of nowhere (my question, that is), but it still amused me that J would be so surprised by it. She is used to total nonsence coming out of my mouth, in the most unexpected times, but this time, I had caught her off guard.
We all have done it, right? Wasn’t it one of summer’s simple pleasures, after having played hide & seek all afternoon, to run to the house, unroll the hose, turn it on and have a good long drink from it? Of course we had to be patient, because the first couple of seconds the water was unpleasantly warm. But when it got fresh…
Of course, there was the time Dad told me to put the hose nozzle in my mouth, before turning the tap on for me. He had quite a laugh, at my expense, but let me tell you he didn’t fool me twice!
I don’t know what it is, maybe it’s because it was the first times I didn’t have to ask Mom and Dad for a drink. Childhood is a series of tiny steps towards independance, and this one obviously stuck with me. The water wasn’t any better than indoors, but I could get it whenever I pleased.
I wonder if today’s children also get to drink from hoses. It seems to me that with the germaphobe era we’ve slipped in, it would probably come as something gross to some parents now. And that would be a shame (especially this summer, with the recurrent heat waves).
J can keep laughing at me… I still enjoy these little flashbacks from my (now far back) childhood days.
What about you? What is one thing you miss?
If you’d like to learn about some things Marquessa misses, click here.