Steven Ivory

*On the evening news, I watched a segment about summer school. The benefit of classes year round, said the report, is that kids learn more in a shorter amount of time and thus leave the school system earlier. Summer school, it was said, keeps them out of trouble.

The down side, said a therapist interviewed, is that the amount of homework kids are assigned is stressing them out.

Nonsense, countered a well-to-do  stay-at-home mom.  “These kids,” she declared in a sound bite, “need something to do.  Summer is for learning.”

I couldn’t agree more.

One summer of my childhood, I finally learned how to pop a wheelie on my silver stingray bicycle. I’d been working on it for weeks with little progress, and then one day it just happened.

During another magical summer, at Oklahoma City’s Washington Park, I learned how to swim.

Gazing up into the heavens on amazingly still, humid nights, I learned how to pick out the Big and Little Dipper and the one that holds a bow and arrow. I stayed out in our front yard with the neighborhood kids way past my school day bedtime. Summer is when I learned the divine order of sleeping late.

School all year.  Some people take the J out of joy.

To be sure, a formal education is a gift. Indeed, many kids want to attend school all summer. They LIKE school.   Nothing wrong with that.

But when I was a youngster, summer school was for kids to make up a flunking grade.   Even then it wasn’t all summer and class lasted only half a day.

It’s not like my  summers without school didn’t  include responsibility.  It was up to me and Don Minnis–we took it upon ourselves–to  see that the snow cones sold  at the candy shop down on Fourth Street were brain-freeze cold and that the lady didn’t skimp on the sweet Number 2 dye strawberry syrup that always left our lips red.

It fell to us two spindly kids to make certain that all  little corner stores within our general neighborhood  had penny candy in stock.

We gave a serious  workout to whatever toy Wham-O had out on a given summer.  Our rigorous studies revealed that Slip ‘n Slide was grossly misrepresented in its exciting TV commercials. Water Wiggle was only a little better.

We tested the  giant, stately trees along our beat for reliability in supplying sufficient shade against the unrelenting noonday sun.

These things had to be done, and we took the deed upon ourselves. Self motivation–another invaluable lesson learned during the leisure of summer.

To take away a child’s summer is akin to the music video  which, like a thief in the night, robs its viewer of the privilege of attaching their own images to a melody.  The memories created during summer have to last a lifetime.  They  should  be remembrances of wonder and discovery and fun.

One summer I kissed girl.

The ensuing butterflies, the euphoric giddiness, the expectation,  the nagging yearn, the breathing breathlessly into the phone in your room on a balmy night with the windows up,  the lights off, and Isaac Hayes’ intoxicatingly sexy cover of “Our Day Will Come” playing in the background–all that changed everything.  My summers would never be the same.

Steven Ivory, journalist and author of the essay collection Fool In Love  (Simon & Schuster),  has covered popular culture for magazines, newspapers, radio and TV for more than 30 years. Respond to him via [email protected].