#recessedit

I’ll let you in on a little secret, Detweiler. Every adult you’ve ever known was a kid at sometime in his life. You think we don’t remember summer vacation? Riding bikes down by the creek? Catching polliwogs in a jar? Camping out under the stars? Well you’re wrong. Some days I sit there in my office, looking out at you kids on the playground and I think ‘they don’t know how good they’ve got it. In a few years they’re all going to be grownups, like me, and all those good times will just be memories for them too.” So go ahead, put a whoopee cushion in my chair, cover my carpet with fake vomit, make fun of my big, saggy butt. but don’t you ever say I don’ care about summer vacation. ‘Cause those memories are the last part of childhood I’ve got left.