It's my idea of a summer romance. Nope, none of that "this one time at band camp" nonsense.

• the aroma of sunscreen
• the sunshine
• the daily breeze
• white tees
• bonding activities
• the sound of the trailer opening/closing, and the feelings that accompanied it
• the workout we got from pushing the crappy old keyboards to remote places
• scales and scales and scales. oh, and show music
• the way lemon-lime Gatorade tasted/lasted throughout the day
  • and the practicality of freezing it in my water jug overnight
• "sun breaks" for the pit
• trying to run with the rest of the band
• the evening air, when it was just percussion
• the sweet sound of that gock-block, or Dr. Beat
• the proximity to healthy/not-so-healthy fast food places
• having the time and space all to ourselves- no obligations or conflicts stole our attention away
• how good food was when I came home everyday.