Summer Saturdays of my childhood
smelled like fresh mowed hay
and forts of wood,
or cardboard,
or blankets being blown in the wind.
Oh, to get those days back again.
To my mind on a sunny Saturday morning
they return now and then.
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Write here, Joel. 
Sounds like you have some pretty awesome memories!
Definitely! Lots of great Saturdays. In our house, growing up, we had homemade hamburgers, fries, and shakes for dinner. That was preceded by Wide World of Sports on TV. Later on we would have popcorn. Good times.