You come out to the sun as it blisters onto you, the hot pavement doesn’t hesitate to heat through the souls of your shoes. Your brother is behind with a ball in hand, he pushes you down the steps. Rude as always, you start the play on the half broken net out back. You lose the first game, it isn’t close, he has an extra two years of experience, he’s eleven years old compared to your nine. It gives him height as well. He wins the second game too, but you're getting closer. When convincing him for another game you lose again. It gets irritating, as your brother walks back inside. As a nine year old you don’t have much else to do so you stay out back by yourself.
You might not remember what you thought about on those summer days. You didn’t do that much, just waiting around. It takes a lot less effort to stay entertained when you're that young. You start to smell the dinner that your mom’s making as the sun starts to lower down. Through the open screen window you hear her call you in for food as the air starts to get cooler. There isn't much to it, it's very simple for you to be existent when you're nine. Not to say that life was always easy. Looking back, it all just seems very simple.
The heat would exhaust your immense supply of energy. The cool air makes the sweating uncomfortable. The world has a way of balancing itself out between the temperatures and yourself. But that's not on your mind when you walk inside for dinner.