Kenneth, born and raised in the South, resides in Hamilton, Alabama. He enjoys sharing his unique perspectives on life through his writing.
In Present Life
there are things both visible and invisible, and they exist if only to bring Our Maker much pleasure. I know of a few of these things, but today, I will talk about one: Those Magical Summer Nights. Fitting enough that I should write about this topic, because I am a “veteran” of the Magical Summer Nights and I can talk intelligently about what I have seen and done and now I am glad to share these things with you.
This hub poses no controversy, but it may bring the mystery out of you and I that once lived on open display, but become hidden upon growing into adulthood. Funny thing about youth and adulthood: Youth allows us to be so aware of our days and nights and adulthood is fully-ready to hand-out caution signs to tell us how to live and why.
At an instance, I can say that Magical Summer Nights are just that. Magical. They do not require any time in any laboratory. Just be willing to allow the child-like innocence be on display and master the fun of standing in front of the mirror smiling for everyone to see. At “this” stage of our lives, we experience more laughter rather than weeping when those Magical Summer Nights surface.
During Each Day and Night
whether we are in school or not, the daylight becomes our enemy because of the love we have for night-time in the summer months. Don’t pin me down and pressure me to explain this because I cannot do such a thing. Neither can you or anyone else for that matter.
Magical Summer Nights just show up one night and when they put away their dark cloak, life is a bit easier and we tend to start counting the hours of when our day slowly fades away into “that” special set of Summer hours that almost brings us to becoming children once again and hearing those hoop’s and hollering that can be heard from one side of our neighborhood to the other.
When a Magical Summer Night begins, some of us love to run for some reason. I can well remember the wonderful game of youth: “Run Sheep Run.” We could never get enough. And if it wasn’t “this” game, we would invent our own games and when we blended in the dark hours, our homemade games became more exciting and mysterious, fit for any youngster to join in and enjoy themselves.
Another phenomenon that is always prevalent when a Magical Summer Night is on stage, is the adults who seem to be drawn from inside their homes to the outside where they love to sit on their porches with neighbors and just talk about the day’s events and enjoying each other’s company. You will not see “this” event happening in the spring, fall and winter. Just in those Magical Summer Nights.
When I was Young
and life was new for me and my friends, we couldn’t wait for the night when summer followed spring just so we could be outside in the fresh air and roam like wolves and when we returned home, we were spent physically due to all of our running and jumping—which accompanies the youth of summer and summer nights.
And while “we” were playing in the cool darkness of summer, there was something else that was going on, but evaded our awareness. When darkness let down her curtain, millions of various types of insects of every color and shape would start their own versions of how Mother Nature should sound, but the sad thing is, we only learned how beautiful these symphonies really were when we reached the age of men and women.
Summer and summer nights were always too short to have more fun and not long enough to grab an extra hour of sleep. But we all loved it with a love that couldn’t die. It just faded a bit from the time of our young lives and taught us how to sit still and silent and let the sound(s) of summer nights captivate our senses.
The Most-Mysterious Time
of those Magical Summer nights were always great when the Insect World came alive to play their lovely music, but I dare say that “the” most-mysterious time of any summer or summer nights was the time when we were still growing to men and women, but still a kid at heart and fearful to turn loose of our fanciful games and laughter.
Once when the moon was full and the scent of Honeysuckle would drift through our games and meetings that had us talking to the opposite sex, we knew that inside of our spirit, something was definitely going on—and it wasn’t anything that we studied any book of our school work.
Call it what you may. Some called it “Puppy Love,” and some even said that we were having “crushes,” for certain girls and boys and that may be the truth, but to a fearful extent. Love for young people is always a matter of fear, but not the type of fear that keeps us from jumping from a high place, the fear that we really like, but afraid to tell anyone.
And when that certain girl or boy should reach out to hold hands, we all knew that (in some cases) lives would never be the same.
It never is when you lived through our growing years of those Magical Summer Nights.
Sept. 23, 2018__________________________________________
© 2018 Kenneth Avery
Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on October 03, 2018:
Haha! Thank You Mr. Avery.
Hunter S. Thompson wrote "Fear and Loathing in America" and "The Proud Highway, Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman", which are both filled with his correspondance with others. I bought both books, even though I knew they were just correspondence but that's because it was Hunter!! I can't say I have bought books detailing anyone else's correspondence. So, I'm not sure who would care to pay to read my comments. Nonetheless, I appreciate your thoughts and kind words - cheers! : )
Kenny Avery on October 01, 2018:
Mr. Happy -- firstly, thank you for your wonderful, in-depth comment. Secondly, and I must say, again, your comments need to be written into novel-form and this is an honest reply.
Think about it.
Kenny Avery on October 01, 2018:
Tajwer Shakir -- thank you from the bottom of my heart. I mean that too. Come back anytime.
Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on September 24, 2018:
I remember those well, dear Kenneth. We sat on the front porch and talked because the house was too hot, especially in the days before Ed Sullivan and Red Skelton motivated us to stay in the house. I think my family were the last in the neighborhood to get air conditioning, television and a telephone. The neighbor kids and I were allowed to play outside until it was bedtime without adult supervision. Those were the days. Today the whole family has to have someone to ride shotgun (literally) for them to sit on the front porch, and the kids don't dare wander off. But it's too hot, so who wants to. Many families are building "sunrooms" so they can enjoy the outdoors in cool comfort (and safety). Thanks for the memories, dear Friend.
Elijah A Alexander Jr from Washington DC on September 24, 2018:
Very well expressed, Kenneth, from the way you make it sound it's a shame I didn't live in the rural past age 8. That caused me to miss out on some of what you said and I can imagine happened in the rural localities. However, in the area of Fort Worth, Texas where I moved to at 8 we still had our magical warm summer nights, some of mine caused me to get a whipping when I got home very late.
I enjoyed it.
whonunuwho from United States on September 24, 2018:
Nice work Kenneth. I remember those special times, as well. Many blessings. whonu
Tajwer Shakir on September 24, 2018:
Ģood work kenneth
Mr. Happy from Toronto, Canada on September 24, 2018:
"Youth allows us to be so aware of our days and nights and adulthood is fully-ready to hand-out caution signs to tell us how to live and why." - Adults tend to be more fearful than children. Many of them like to worry as if they never heard that: "Worry is the wrong use of imagination". I feel like a broken record saying that lol
I never heard of "Run Sheep Run.” - I heard of: "Run Forest, Run!" : )
"When darkness let down her curtain, millions of various types of insects of every color and shape would start" - This reminded me of a story this past summer. I was sitting on the porch of a lady I know at Dokis First Nation and we were talking about fire flies. I was telling her how in my early twenties I went camping with a bunch of friends. That night I ate some ecstasy (MDMA mixed with other things) and I was tripping balls. The fire flies around my campsite were glowing in the dark and looked like the best flourescent light-show ever! I kept collecting fire flies and putting them near the base of a tree which was close by. I stood there for hours watching fire flies glow while I was high on ecstasy. It was a night I will always remember.
The First Nation lady/elder told me that when she was young, her and her friends would collect a bunch of fireflies at night. Then, the kids would squish them in their hand and rub them all over themselves so when they went running around after, they would glow in the dark. Kids, huh? lol : )
"And when that certain girl or boy should reach out to hold hands, we all knew that (in some cases) lives would never be the same." - Very, very true. Priceless experiences fo' shizzle!
Fun piece of writing! Be well. : )