It has been the hottest summer many of us can remember.
I have nearly melted most days.
I have lived here my whole life and rarely get frazzled (or frizzy hair) by the heat.
Autumn is about to orbit into our calendars again, but summer has a special place in my heart and soul.
There is something about summer that feels like home for me.
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I was born in the summer of ’73 in a lift, and Mum says I wore nothing but a nappy and a smile for years.
When I was five years of age, Mum bought me a strappy, red, long dress with white love hearts on it and I wore it every day and thought I was royalty.
I loved that dress with all my being.
When I was 10, I got my first pair of roller skates in summer and I skated around the house at all hours of the day and night and played with my guinea pigs in our backyard.
When I was 15 I had a lousy summer.
I felt I had no friends. I had dozens of pimples. I wanted to run away and live in France.
Fast forward to the summer when I turned 21 and it was one of the best of my life.
I finally had my dream job as a journalist and I loved the friends I was also
working with every day.
We would meet at Maroochy Beach at 6am and swim like mermaids, before putting on our power suits in a bid to not look like naïve kids.
I am quite sure we failed, but we had the world at our feet.
I spent the summer I turned 30 with my dogs, riding around on my bike, eating burgers and drinking beers and not really feeling like an adult.
The summer I turned 37, I brought home my first baby with my husband, and the favourite chapters of my life began.
Summer wraps up primal memories for many of us.
You only need to look at some of the songs about summer to realise this season holds nostalgia and the sweetest of memories.
“Summer Nights” from Grease talks of the innocent first summer romances we wished we had taken part in. “Cruel Summer” by Taylor Swift sums up a season marked by a broken heart. “Summertime Sadness” by Lana Del Ray is a solemn summer sonnet. Richard Marx’s “Endless Summer Nights” makes me feel 25 again.
And “Summer of ’69” by Bryan Adams makes me all melancholy for youth.
I can’t wait for the summer of ’25.
Sami Muirhead is a radio announcer, blogger and commentator. For more from Sami, tune into Mix FM.
