There are certain memories from childhood that stay with us forever. They are not tied to money, technology, or anything fancy — they are tied to feelings, moments, and simple joys. One of those memories that many of us share is the smell of freshly cut grass after spending the entire day playing outside.

Back then, childhood summers felt endless. The days stretched on forever, and our only job was to play. We woke up early, grabbed a quick breakfast, and ran outside to meet our friends. No one worried about schedules, screen time, or safety apps on phones. Our playground was the street, the yard, the open field behind the house, or anywhere our imaginations could take us.

We rode bikes with no helmets, played tag until we couldn’t breathe from laughing, and created whole worlds with nothing but a ball, a jump rope, or even just a stick. We stayed outside until the sun dipped low and the streetlights started to flicker on. That was the universal sign — time to go home…