The Summer Of 2008

I wake up, it had been a few months since my school time ended, i was in elementary school, i stretch, feeling tired as I walk outside to my back yard, there were various piles of clothes laying on the cement patio, I take the pile closest to the blue Chevy silveroto that we drove from las vegas to our new home in California in and now was used for storing junk in the back and summer clothes in the cab, I soak in the morning sunlight, falling half asleep.It was a golden mourning on one of those golden days that I miss so much now that I'm fifteen, i was eight at the time, my birthday had been in February, I was a proud little eight year old.My dad comes out to check on me, noticing i was awake and not in the house, he goes back in side.Birds chirp all around doing what they do in the gold of summer mournings.I hear scratching and get up, looking between the bed of the truck and the cab, scratching on the framing of the bed is a small black kitten, he jumps into the endless pile of junk and i start digging, after awile my mother comes out and assists me, she eventually pulls out the little kitten by his scruff, this cat is now known as Burr, we had taken him camping with us, he was to small to leave alone in the house and we feared our big black and white cat friffen would hurt him.Over our camping trip we taught him to use a catbox, at the time he was so small we used a pencil box, anyone remember those? I bet not.He has grown into a fine big black Tom cat, he lacks part of his tail due to a door accident, but he is ok now.He lives outside, he used to fear the outside but after his brother little man died he took his place as an outside cat, aswell as friffen, they mourned for their brother, takeing the outside world as their new home, but staying at the place they were raised.I miss little man aswell as all the cats, including his sister, and even the two little dogs sparky and Chloe who had gotten to know the big fluffy black cat.Back on topic.Those old golden summer days will be missed, I'm in my freshman year of high school, it's sad those days cannot be relived.