Anyway, amongst American-Jewish families, there's this cultural tradition of sending the children away to summer camp. I realize, of course, how ridiculous this subject is, considering we just started the school year, but hang in there with me for a sec. Now, back in our day, my husband and I were sent away for the entire summer, as early as 9-10 years old (see note about neuroticism earlier in the post for reference point). Hot hubby and I met when we were 11-years-old, at a Jewish sleep-away camp in Mountain City, Georgia. To answer your question, no, we did not date consistently since our latency periods, but the summer of 1981 (ack!) does serve as an important marker in our story.
Our daughter, Rocker Chick, has been going to camp for several years now, but only for 3-weeks at a time (we can't bear her gone any longer than that). We almost recruited her younger sister, Drama Queen, this past summer, but she backed out, afraid of being away from home for that long. Plus, she suffers from some significant anxiety issues, enough where medication is needed (more on that megillah another day), so we weren't going to push her on this one.
So we will enjoy our school year, the coming season of autumn, followed by the merriment of winter and the holidays. We will rejoice as the first crocus peaks its purple blossoms out of the tundra, greeting us with the promise of green, mossy warmth.
But summer - ah summer. She is our bewitching mistress, full of radiance and sweat and late nights filled with voyeuristic stars. Ok, I've just made summer sound like a character out of Boogie Nights. Sorry. You get the idea.