Indian Summers were another magical part of my childhood. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, let me give you a brief explanation of what an Indian Summer is.
In Indiana (not sure how much of the north actually has Indian Summer) during the fall season the temperature outside cools to the point that you have to wear jackets, sweatshirts, and such just to even go outside. But usually in late September, for about a week, it warms up enough that you can go outside in a short sleeve shirt.
For a kid, you knew that the coming weekend during Indian Summer was it. That was the last weekend of the year to fit every adventure you could into it. And take advantage of it I did. I was outside until the last of the suns ray’s disappeared from view.
The simple things in life where the greatest.