If I could be twelve again

If I could be twelve again, the next two weeks would be the time to which I'd return. The last week of school and the first week of summer vacation. What a blast! I am so envious of kids getting out for the summer. Weren't those great times? Swimming, fishing, baseball, camping out, tree houses - if they could have just found a way to pack a few more hours into every day.
Granted, we didn't have video games, but in my day, no one stayed indoors anyway. Nobody I knew had air conditioning. Besides, your mother didn't want you inside messing stuff up. My mom would barely let you come inside to go to the bathroom.
Hey, but I had no complaints! I loved it. I was the first kid out on the streets every morning. I felt it was my obligation to wake up the neighborhood. My first stop was always at Craig Reynolds house. After beating on Mrs. Reynolds door for about 5 minutes, she would reluctantly open the door and just stare at me. My line was always the same, "Good morning, Mrs. Reynolds, can Craig come out and play?" Her response varied little as well, "Frankie, go home! It's 7:00 in the morning. Craig isn't up yet."
As soon as I could persuade my neighbors to get up, it was on! It didn't matter if it was a sandlot baseball game or collecting bottles to get the deposit money so we could buy a Coke or a Pepsi, life was filled with fun activities. So to all of you kids about to get out of school for the summer- have the time of your life. Have some adventures! Sell some lemonade, make some money cutting grass or washing a car. Build a tree house. Pitch your tent in the backyard and tell some ghost stories. See if you can figure out what to do with a few playing cards, a couple of clothes pins (if you know what they are) and your bike. But whatever you do, don't tell your mom, "I'm bored." Life will never be any better than it is now, so live it to the max.