What makes summer as a kid great?

9 Summer Things I Miss From My Childhood

How else do you pronounce summer?


As a kid, summer always meant vacations from school. Now that the academic cycles have changed, and some of us have also stepped into corporate lives with no such vacations anymore, summers still hold a special place in the heart. As an abundance of memories gushes through my mind thinking of the frolic back then, here are a few:


1. Mangoes


Hailing from India, this one has to undoubtedly top my list. Mangoes are considered gold that summer harvests yield. All sorts of dishes savory and sweet, from achar(pickles), aam panna and aam ras, become a regular delicacy in your plates.

I remember running around on terrace roofs in scorching heat while mom would painstakingly prepare these delicacies.

2. Last day of school

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I still remember that last minute excitement when you hand your last exam paper of the year, more concerned about your summer plans than what was on the paper.

That run back home would feel no less than a celebration.

3. Summers meant a huge get-together with cousins


Since all of us had were free from schools, a common meeting place would be granny's house. That was the time we would spend wandering in parks nearby, playing petty pranks on neighbors, watching the typical millennial cartoons and playing all sorts of indoor and outdoor games from carrom, badminton, to dumb charades.

4. PopSicles and cotton candy

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Summers meant fairs and movies and all sorts of outings with friends and family. The only time we could eat ice-cream without worrying about falling sick. I remember preparing popsicles for everyone at home with my little brother and then sneaking in the kitchen in the afternoons to savor them all by ourselves.

5. Family picnics

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Summers were all about beaches and treks with that gigantic lunch basket and unending stock of lemonade that mom carried everywhere. Seashores, sand, sandcastles, and shells just make a recipe for perfect summer days!

6. Old lovers reunited


For me it meant to reunite with the novels I could not catch up during schools. However summer love is not an uncommon thing. For many it literally means the title.

7. Homecoming of hibernators

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In the place where I lived, I could hear the cuckoos hum as the summers approached; as if a harbinger to the approaching season. The vibrant parrots would come out only in summers to pluck guavas from trees outside our window and squirrels would scurry by the windowsill as if coming to greet us every summer.

8. New year, new things

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Childhood was possibly the only time that I would be excited to return to school. I remember making a list of thing to buy for the coming year. New books (that smell of fresh pages was heaven!), all sort of fancy stationary and bags, and also a preparation for the rainy season.

9. New year, new friends


Was it just me, or did everyone had this one best friend, they always wished would never change class and remained in the same one like them?

A new year meant a new class, new faces, and the same old struggle to make new friends.

I think no matter how old we grow, each one of us will have some sweet summer memories that are etched forever in a corner of our hearts. It is like a fresh whiff of warm air whenever we will think of these times!

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9 Reasons Crocs Are The Only Shoes You Need

Crocs have holes so your swag can breathe.

Do you have fond childhood objects that make you nostalgic just thinking about your favorite Barbie or sequenced purse? Well for me, its my navy Crocs. Those shoes put me through elementary school. I eventually wore them out so much that I had to say goodbye. I tried Airwalks and sandals, but nothing compared. Then on my senior trip in New York City, a four story Crocs store gleamed at me from across the street and I bought another pair of Navy Blue Crocs. The rest is history. I wear them every morning to the lake for practice and then throughout the day to help air out my soaking feet. I love my Crocs so much, that I was in shock when it became apparent to me that people don't feel the same. Here are nine reasons why you should just throw out all of your other shoes and settle on Crocs.

1. They are waterproof.

These bad boys can take on the wettest of water. Nobody is sure what they are made of, though. The debate is still out there on foam vs. rubber. You can wear these bad boys any place water may or may not be: to the lake for practice or to the club where all the thirsty boys are. But honestly who cares because they're buoyant and water proof. Raise the roof.

2. Your most reliable support system

There is a reason nurses and swimming instructors alike swear by Crocs. Comfort. Croc's clogs will make you feel like your are walking on a cloud of Laffy Taffy. They are wide enough that your toes are not squished, and the rubbery material forms perfectly around your foot. Added bonus: The holes let in a nice breeze while riding around on your Razor Scooter.

3. Insane durability

Have you ever been so angry you could throw a Croc 'cause same? Have you ever had a Croc bitten while wrestling a great white shark? Me too. Have you ever had your entire foot rolled like a fruit roll up but had your Crocs still intact? Also me. All I know is that Seal Team 6 may or may not have worn these shoes to find and kill Osama Bin Laden. Just sayin'.

4. Bling, bling, bling

Jibbitz, am I right?! These are basically they're own money in the industry of comfortable footwear. From Spongebob to Christmas to your favorite fossil, Jibbitz has it all. There's nothing more swag-tastic than pimped out crocs. Lady. Killer.

5. So many options

From the classic clog to fashionable sneakers, Crocs offer so many options that are just too good to pass up on. They have fur lined boots, wedges, sandals, loafers, Maryjane's, glow in the dark, Minion themed, and best of all, CAMO! Where did your feet go?!

6. Affordable

Crocs: $30

Feeling like a boss: Priceless

7. Two words: Adventure Straps

Because you know that when you move the strap from casual mode chillin' in the front to behind the heal, it's like using a shell on Mario Cart.

8. Crocs cares

Okay, but for real, Crocs is a great company because they have donated over 3 million pairs of crocs to people in need around the world. Move over Toms, the Croc is in the house.

9. Stylish AF

The boys will be coming for you like Steve Irwin.

Who cares what the haters say, right? Wear with pride, and go forth in style.

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From One Nerd To Another

My contemplation of the complexities between different forms of art.


Aside from reading Guy Harrison's guide to eliminating scientific ignorance called, "At Least Know This: Essential Science to Enhance Your Life" and, "The Breakthrough: Immunotherapy and the Race to Cure Cancer" by Charles Graeber, an informative and emotional historical account explaining the potential use of our own immune systems to cure cancer, I read articles and worked on my own writing in order to keep learning while enjoying my winter break back in December. I also took a trip to the Guggenheim Museum.

I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.

I like writing that integrates symbols, double meanings, and metaphors into its message because I think that the best works of art are the ones that have to be sought after. If the writer simply tells you exactly what they were thinking and how their words should be interpreted, there's no room for imagination. An unpopular opinion in high school was that reading "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne was fun. Well, I thought it was. At the beginning of the book, there's a scene where Hawthorne describes a wild rosebush that sits just outside of the community prison. As you read, you are free to decide whether it's an image of morality, the last taste of freedom and natural beauty for criminals walking toward their doom, or a symbol of the relationship between the Puritans with their prison-like expectations and Hester, the main character, who blossoms into herself throughout the novel. Whichever one you think it is doesn't matter, the point is that the rosebush can symbolize whatever you want it to. It's the same with paintings - they can be interpreted however you want them to be.

As we walked through the building, its spiral design leading us further and further upwards, we were able to catch glimpses of af Klint's life through the strokes of her brush. My favorite of her collections was one titled, "Evolution." As a science nerd myself, the idea that the story of our existence was being incorporated into art intrigued me. One piece represented the eras of geological time through her use of spirals and snails colored abstractly. She clued you into the story she was telling by using different colors and tones to represent different periods. It felt like reading "The Scarlet Letter" and my biology textbook at the same time. Maybe that sounds like the worst thing ever, but to me it was heaven. Art isn't just art and science isn't just science. Aspects of different studies coexist and join together to form something amazing that will speak to even the most untalented patron walking through the museum halls.

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