The summer I was sixteen by Geraldine Connolly

The fun and folly of youth is beautifully described in this poem. The words conjured up a perfect, ideal image of summer in my mind, filled with sun, friends and carefree fancies. Summers in my youth have always been a time of great fun and just letting go of everything that happened over the year. It's the time to forget the world and escape into your own happy place, where nothing can touch you and everything is just as you want them to be. These beautiful summers pass so quickly and before we know it, it is over, but all the while we still remember how we felt on that beautiful summer afternoon, feeling as if we were invincible, that summer would never end, and that we would never grow up.