But

I love city buses, sidewalks, wind, trees in the concrete, giving directions, the occasional tourist, and giving change to beggars.

But I really, really, really miss

dirty jeans
red trays
weird coffee
short foam mattresses
little green frogs who say "mm-ah"
braids
socks everywhere
friendship bracelets
dirt
fences
white boombox
tailgates
water before pop
stacking chairs
skipping
making up songs
cabin chants
belt buckles
people with accents
camper quotes
campers
hauling saddles
Voyager Field
lancets
metallic star stickers
blue tee-shirts
condiments in packets
coffee can mailboxes
coffee can horse feed scoopers
thinking dirt is a tan
hay in my hair
bareback butt on my jeans
lake water
blobbing
joe copneconic
back pasture
curry combs
ponies
norman
mr. hoggles
lola
KG's accent, especially
pink cake
wood chips (tree shrapnel)
camper's choice
evening embers
Tarzan
igloos
lists of names
the jumping trail
helmets
dry ground
rocks
the old tree
pork 'n beans
scuzzy water troughs
wet bathing suits at lunch
pretending to not be scared
jolie singing I'll Be There
staff training
the smell of grain at 7am
vaseline
staff kitchen/ leslie's threats
hershey's at firequest
pea stones
musty lifejackets
the sound of 29 horses running out to pasture

i love june-august.

Peace, love, and ponies.

"The young do not know enough to be prudent, and therefore they attempt the impossible, and achieve it, generation after generation."
-Pearl S. Buck