Summer, like the times, they are a changin’

Summer used to be an idyllic time of justified laziness.
Should I go find my friends for a game of tag, or find a shady spot and read a book? The possibilities were infinite, and they were all mine, or at least they felt that way.
And then I became an adult and summer was another, hotter season of going to work and doing laundry.
When Marcus started school, I had flashbacks to those wonderful times. I thought we could go to the park, to museums, or just happily do nothing. It was a sweet dream.