Do you remember the name of your best Friend when you were growing up? Do you remember those secret rendezvous in the hot, summer evenings when the sun had long since set, and the orchestral chime of crickets had taken over the night air?
Do you recall running through the long, grass and getting caught in the patches of stinging nettles? The wanderings through the lazy summers when you knew, knew mind you, that you were cool in your cutoff shorts and flip-flops; as you went to the lake or river with a cooler full of sandwiches and lounged on that inner tube until you battled for it with your siblings, friends, or cousins?
Do you remember finding those sunglasses? That pair in the store that you just had to have because they were so amazingly awesome? That pair you begged your parents for until they finally caved and bought them for you—or let you buy them with your hard-earned allowance?
You put them on and you knew then and there that you were cool…in fact, you were cooler than cool—and nobody had to tell you either…you just knew it.