Let Me Play Among the Stars

Fly me to the moon

Let me play among the stars

Let me see what spring is like

On Jupiter and Mars.

~Fly Me to the Moon 

Sung by Frank Sinatra

Written by Bart Howard

Wouldn't you love to make a dress from a flower's bud?

Wouldn't you love to dance on the moon and swing from the stars?

Summer nights are meant to lie on your back and dream of all the things you used to dream about when you were a child...space travel, the man on the moon, the moon being made of cheese, the stars being created by the trickster Coyote.  Summer nights are for campfires and scary tales, sleepovers and flashlight tag, catching fireflies, and salting slugs in the garden.

I miss being a child in the summer.  When I was young the summer seemed to last forever.  Now, a blink of my eye and the lazy days have passed, the leaves have turned yet again, and all the bare feet have been tucked back into boots.  Life is short.  Get out there and play.  Dream.  Watch for falling stars.  Tell ancient myths to your kids in a whisper as you stare at the night sky.  Go camping.  Make crowns by weaving clover.  Sing campfire songs.  Make s'mores.  These are the things kids' memories are made of.  So go.  Make some summer memories that will last a lifetime.