If one equates spring with renewal and birth, it's logical to see how winter could be a stand-in for the Golden Years and fall might represent middle age and adulthood. Summer is a little more challenging to draw those kinds of parallels to categorize it though, don't you think?
When I started considering what stage of life makes sense when thinking about summer, I automatically thought of that no man's or women's land between baby and grown up called the teenager.
Exploring new territory for the first time, the lack of real pressures of responsibility and deadlines, a feeling of both fearlessness and immortality -- when I think of all these, they apply equally to both being a teen and the lazy, more forgiving pace of summertime.
True, I may be past those teen years myself but I am also in the midst of learning what it is like to be raising four teenagers of my own right now. All I have to do is recall the great anticipation with which I once greeted summer when I was a kid.
These reflections about summer as the teenage season of life make me understand and appreciate two very important lessons learned about living. The promise of summer ahead is definitely meant for every teenager's enjoyment. But everything good that each new summer brings is also for everyone of every age, young and old, to savor.
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