When I was a child, we had a ditch, not deep, in the front of our house that ran down the hill. If we had a big rain in the summer, we couldn’t wait to get out there in it to play. Nothing on but panties. It was the next thing to a swimming hole, however transient it may have been. No one had pools, at least not my friends, even the small, plastic ones like we have today. So rainy days were great days!
Then, when it got blistering hot and the blacktopped roads were starting to melt enough to stick to your bare feet — we never even considered wearing shoes, just hopped off onto the side of the road if we couldn’t take the pain any longer — our mom might, just might if we begged hard and long enough, let us get in the water hose and spray each other for a bit. Our mom never wasted anything, I mean anything, so that was a great sacrifice on her part to let us do that. I have a picture of all the girl cousins outside on the concrete patio; the basketball goal at one end; the house at the other. Posting it wouldn’t have been a very good idea because my cousins would string me up if they caught wind of it; some of those cousins should not have been out there playing in the water wearing only panties.
That was back before the days of internet child porn when people could look at half-naked children playing and think good thoughts, children having fun. Not that those sick-minded people weren’t out there because they were I found out after I was grown, but we were sheltered from all of it.
Just innocent children playing in the water on a hot summer day.