Friend Called Felicity

I spent all of this past weekend in a classroom. Friday. Saturday. Sunday.

I was learning how to teach IB English and there were times that I felt just like my Year 12 students do... bored, squirmy, frustrated.

Then, happily, our workshop presenter introduced a poem called Reflections on a Gift of Watermelon Pickle Received from a Friend Called Felicity by John Tobias. You can read it here.

For a few minutes, I was transported to summers past. Real or not, the memories are vivid.

Tell us about your favourite memories of summer.