When I think of the fresh, crisp river that runs through my hometown, I remember all the fun summers spent on it. My friends and I would go down to the sandbar and tan on the soft, warm sand. We'd spend hours on our colorful beach towels trying to get dark for our bathing suits, gossiping about all the new drama at school. Other days we'd meet up with the guys and their big trucks and hang out after it got dark. Someone would start a fire, and we'd crank the country music just like a concert. We didn't care how late we stayed up because the next morning we could sleep in, then wake up and do it all over again. The river is always cold though, so if you didn't mind losing your toes due to hypothermia, then jump on in. I'm more of a stay dry and warm kinda girl, so I usually stick to sitting on tailgates or dancing by the fire. All of us have a pretty good time at the river and make tons of memories.
Then the weather starts to change, and the dreaded first day of school starts making it's way into our lives again. My friends don't stay out as late, and mom starts waking me up a little earlier to train for the early school mornings. The river starts to look darker and less inviting, the trees leaves change from greens to bright oranges and reds, and the sky becomes a light gray instead of the usual baby blue. Our Summer if coming to an end. My friends and I will just have to wait till the next year comes around to enjoy the river once again.
