Why Do Adults Still Love Summer?

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Let’s face it: Summer is not the same once we’re adults. We don’t get nearly three months off from work for summer break. We may take a vacation sometime during summer, but if we’re lucky, it lasts two weeks—not even close to what we had in childhood.

So, why do adults still love summer? Maybe because summer reminds us of an easier time—a fun time—when we did have those three or so months when we could do just about whatever we wanted.

And for a lot of us, that was reading. “Summer reading” is a popular term; but wouldn’t “winter reading” make more sense? Wouldn’t it seem like reading is so often associated with staying indoors?

Still, we use the phrase of “summer reading.” And the very thing that bred summer reading—having the time to get buried in stories—is one of the reasons adults still love summer. We may not have those days anymore, but we remember that time when we were able to browse the library and take home whatever interested us—because we had the time to see it through when we decided to read those books from cover to cover.

No wonder we hated it when summer came to an end.

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“The Nonsense Burial Grounds,” Dream 3 of Rebecca’s Dreams (Part One of “The Dream Diaries”)

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I, Rebecca Fanten, agree to record any unusual dreams as part of my treatment. Below is entry #3, titled “The Nonsense Burial Grounds.”

Suddenly, it was evening, and snow was starting to fall. I was walking in a forest of beautiful evergreen trees. But it felt as cold as it looked, with the pale sky settling in and the snow tumbling down among the old trees.

Oddly, I stepped into a clearing with tiny amounts of grass, yet still nestled within the trees, as if the forest around it was some sort of protective fortress—because in that clearing, there seemed to be a burial ground.

I knew the burial grounds were for the teddy bears—but they were washed away by the moat, so that didn’t make any sense. How would there be any “bodies” (teddy bear or otherwise) to bury at all?

There were full-sized headstones on each grave with some type of writing on them—but I couldn’t understand the language. It had barely started to snow, and there wasn’t ice anywhere else in the forest, but the headstones all had ice frozen on their tops, as if water had pooled up at the top of the headstones and stuck there in in the cold.

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For some reason, I had this sudden urge to offer the cake to one of the teddy bears. So I bent down, and as if to test it, hovered the cake above the vase on one of the teddy bears’ graves. The cake was obviously too big to fit into the vase, so I proceeded to set the cake down, dead center on the top of the vase, then started smashing it down. The whole cake was ruined; all the beautiful pink icing and white cake had been stuffed in, with the extra bulging out of the top.

Don’t miss the next part of “The Dream Diaries,” a flash fiction series.

A Story That Keeps Coming Back to Mind

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Meet “Scruffy.”

Scruffy is a plastic dog sold as one of Barbie’s pets in the 1980s. He actually was an unnamed puppy that came with Barbie’s full-grown dog, Beauty (an Afghan hound).

But he didn’t remain unnamed for long. Having read the book Scruffy by Jack Stoneley (which can today be found on Amazon), I loved the book’s title character and opted to name one of the two plastic puppies in the set with Scruffy’s name.

Of course, some real pets have been named after fictional characters. After Peter Jackson’s first Lord of the Rings film came out, I remember hearing about at least one dog named Frodo.

And on YouTube, there’s Gatsby, a Corgi that shares a name with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s character (though I’m not sure if he’s technically named after Jay Gatsby).

The funny thing is that I very specifically remember reading Scruffy over and over again. Every once in a while, the book will pop into my head for no reason. I can’t recall now what the main plot or storyline was—but I loved the character so much that the book featuring him still lingers in my memory.

A great character is like that—he or she will leave an imprint so that the story just keeps coming back to mind.

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It has been said that character is plot; whether or not that’s true, a character can spring back into a reader’s head long after he or she has read the book. That’s just one reason why good characterization is so important—it can help a reader connect. And apparently, that may still be true long after the story is put down.

And yes, to this day, I still own my plastic “Scruffy.”

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