Jill Weatherholt

Writing Stories of Love, Faith and Happy Endings While Enjoying the Journey


Childhood Summers

“Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.” ―Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird


This is one of my favorite lines from a book I love to revisit from time to time. It captures the essence of my favorite season.

Growing up, summertime was:

Catching fireflies,

ice cream cones with sprinkles,

flashlight tag,

vacations at the beach,

building sandcastles,

juicy watermelon,

sweet strawberries,

climbing aboard the air conditioned Bookmobile,

going barefoot,

cherry popsicles,

staying in the pool with my best friend until our fingers wrinkled,

riding bikes,

bumble bees,


flip flops,

reading The Boxcar Children and Nancy Drew,

fresh corn on the cob,

hula hoops,

cloud watching,

and pesky mosquito bites.

What’s your favorite summertime memory?