by Maddie Schultz
I grew up in Manhattan, where summers are sticky and the entire city smells like the piles of old trash that seem to accumulate high on every curb until garbage day. I went to indoor, air-conditioned day camps and enjoyed mom-supervised daily trips to Central Park and the ice cream truck. They were hot, parent-filled summers. But for one glorious month every August, my family would escape to New Hampshire. Finally, a place where a kid could be a kid! I was allowed to explore the neighborhood without a “grown-up”, walk outside whenever I wanted to, and find other kid-friends to roam the peaceful tree-canopied roads with. Most people assume that children who grow up in New York mature “too fast.” But for me- it felt like the opposite! I wasn’t allowed to do ANYTHING by myself until I was deemed old enough. I was so jealous of suburban kids in television shows and movies that were allowed to bike away from their houses whenever they wanted to with a big group of friends and go play outside. Those summer trips to New Hampshire were the first real tastes of freedom that I had as a city kid.
As apart of our Summer Series, our Surprise Ride team members will be sharing a favorite memory of their summertimes, both past, and present.