Commercialism could lead to the death of the one-of-a-kind mixture of summer and carefree childhood.

The summer sun was pouring rays of heat upon the dusty road. The sand was hot and dry on my bare feet. Shoes were a necessity of summer.
I stepped from one clump of grass to another trying to avoid the hot sand and the sharp barbs of the sand burrs that grew profusely in our area. Oh, they hurt so! Especially in the heel. It almost hurt as much to pull one out as it did when it stuck in.
The locust were singing their songs of summer from every tree. They would make a long buzzing noise when they were being chased by a bird.
The shade of an occasional tree offered temporary relief from the sun as I walked into the wooded section behind our house. There were many acres of trees that made a great place in which to play. Only a lack of imagination could keep you from having fun.
On this particular day I was joining my sister and another friend. We had each caught a toad frog. Mine was the average, ordinary toad, but my sister had found one in Uncle John's storm cellar that was not by any means ordinary. It was an orangish-brown color. We envied her!
We played for hours in the cool shade. We had a play house made with rock tables, chairs and stove. We used old match boxes for our frogs' beds. The fun we had putting diapers on our frog! We caught flies to feed them, but I don't think they ever ate for us.
Mom said we would get warts, but we never did. I had plenty of freckles but I never had warts.
I wish that all children could have the opportunity that I had to grow up exploring and making-believe and not have their young minds controlled by the thoughts and actions of commercially-minded adults who have taken the fun out of being a child.