Those Summer Days

Overcome with nostalgia for childhood summers.

Photo by Amber Faust on Unsplash

In the dewy sunny mornings of summer, I often think of the idyllic time spent at my grandmother and grandfather’s house. They lived in a small town about 30 miles up the road from where we lived. I called them Mamaw and Papaw. At least I didn’t call them Big Momma, and Big Daddy like some area kids called their grandparents. Still, you know you are a…