Saturdays Summer Saturdays of my childhood smelled like fresh mowed hay and forts of wood, or cardboard, or blankets being blown in the wind. Oh, to get those days back again. To my mind on a sunny Saturday morning they return now and then. Advertisements Rate this:Share this:ShareFacebookTumblrRedditTwitterLike this:Like Loading... Related 2 Comments Sounds like you have some pretty awesome memories! Definitely! Lots of great Saturdays. In our house, growing up, we had homemade hamburgers, fries, and shakes for dinner. That was preceded by Wide World of Sports on TV. Later on we would have popcorn. Good times. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.