I need the smell of summer, I need it's noises in my ears

Just having returned from the Dominican Republic yesterday, I feel like I've had a compressed summer in one week. Rising with the sun, lazy mornings, afternoons by the pool, and going to bed with the sun have been the only things on my agenda. I don't think it could have gotten much better. Sadly, however, all good things must come to an end, and now it's back to the real world. That being said, it's also the summer now, which means no school and very specific amounts of play time. :) Jessica have made a rough list of things we'd like to accomplish and places we'd like to visit in these next three months. We're planning a quaint little excursion to Park City on Monday, which should be fun. I've never actually been to the shops and just walked around, and that is the main reason we created this list. There are so many things around us in the Valley and in the western half of the U.S. that Jessica and I haven't experienced. These things include a trip to Zion's National Park, going to visit Sondi in Vegas, seeing "Where the Wild Things Are," etc. I feel guilty because I am supposed to be saving for my mission, but I will be paying off my debt in the meantime. I just need to experience life again. I need my carefree summers back. I need barbeques, and road trips, and the sound of friends diving into a pools. I miss the times when summer was the most anticipated time of the year. I would coun't the months, the days, the minutes until that last bell would ring and I was free of scholarly obligations for two and a half months. I miss the crazy escapades of me and my revolving door of friends doing new and ridiculous things. I miss late night drives with Nate, loud music and cat-calling out car windows with Cami, almost being arrested with Robyn, LeAnna, and Alyssa. I'm not ready to surrender the spontaneous, eternal summers of my youth to corporate captivation. I'm not willing to give myself up to occupational obligations and business bondage quite yet. I'm twenty years old and I'm going to enjoy it while I still can. I can feel the carelessness of my youth slipping away with every year, and I'm going to wring out my life so I can preserve the last drops of naivete that I may still possess. The world is changing, and with it, so am I. Despite this, I believe the world would be a lot better off if people tried to maintain their childlike innocence and spent the summers a little more carefree and footloose.