Summer is fading away, on its last legs. Not a cloud in the sky and as hot as a day in August. The Ex is over for another year. I haven't been in years but it was always part of my summer as a teenager. You know when the Ex was over that school beckoned. It was not a happy time for me. But the Ex was fun and that was all that mattered. I saw the best concerts of my life at the Ex: David Cassidy, The Beach Boys, The Police; and Bruce Springsteen.
The very first time I went to the Ex was in 1969. It was our first summer in Toronto. I won a huge pink furry cat. I held onto that thing for years. In later years, I went with my friend Lyn and then Anne.
September was always a stressful time for me. School was not a great time. I am thankful that high school is far behind me. College was much better, I hit my stride there. I discovered then that I had some talent for writing. Although, I did write poems throughout my teens. I still have the grey notebook I wrote them in. I'll have to go find them again.