TITLE: DRUMMER BOYS
GENRE: YA (Recent Historical)
September 11th was a beautiful morning.
The humidity that made us sweat our way through the last days of vacation had finally broken. It was nice to wake up and not have to peel the sheets off your body.
The Labor Day weekend had come and gone and with it went all the tourists that invade us every summer. They had high-tailed it the eighty miles back to New York and everyone in town was glad to see the back of them. We had our little upstate corner of the world all to ourselves again.
It was a morning when you didn’t mind getting up early to go to school. Tuesdays were always better than Mondays anyway. The weekend funk was gone from your brain. I let the screen door slam behind me and hopped onto the grass from the porch.
The sky was a cartoon blue. I’m serious. It was the same color you see at the opening of The Simpsons. I wouldn’t have been surprised to look up and see a bright yellow sun with radiating spikes the way we used to draw it in kindergarten. The air hitting your face was clean and fresh; your body was clean and fresh from the shower; your mouth was minty. It was like a living, freaking postcard for a nice day.
A morning like that made me do things I only did when no one else was watching. Things like tilting my head back and breathing deeply till my lungs were filled to bursting.