I think sprinklers work with rainbows. Each time I would play in one the rainbow would appear and I would imagine a pot of gold. Somehow that silly childhood memory brings a smile to my face as I write about sprinklers to you now.
Amanda
Wasn’t running through sprinklers as a child just the funnest thing to do? Ah, simple childhood memories and simple joys. Maybe the world would be a happier place if we could all have those simple joys still.
Paula
A spray of water
The fountain of dreams upon my body
Cools the spirit from the heat of the day
I wish you could see me now
Cool- headed and steady handed
Ready to take on the day
At least until tomorrow
Leftybouncecat
One time I made out with my boyfriend on his grandmothers front lawn but she was soon to catch us when the sprinklers went off.
Anonymous
My sister has her own sprinkler repair company. She is a very strange woman; being so small, yet so very strong. I do enjoy her company. It’s a shame I can’t work for her since she lives fairly far from me; enough to make for a terrible commute!
Lefty
sprinklers are very reminiscent of summer camp. every time i see a row of them, i want to run through it and watch rainbows form as i divest myself of responsibility and let the beauty of the freedom they provide wash over me.
Lizzy
Everyone remembers when they were young, in summer, running through the sprinklers with their siblings. The rainbow that would form and would be so amazing. Today’s word ain’t doing anything for me. ;)
lola
running flying dancing in the greenest grass i have ever felt against my skin
pure green bliss like sin its was so good i couldn’t stop i couldn’t think it just kept flying
Chinemenma
The summers of my childhood lie between the heat and the sprinklers.
Anonymous
She grabs my hand and I am gone.
Shouting my name and the water jumps off her beautiful lips: “Colin!”
She is laughing and dancing beneath the brilliant stream. Water trickling down to the split ends of her long brown hair.
Taylor
sprinklers…. wow. little children running through with not a care in the world. if only they knew…..if only they new the truth. life aint just a run through a sprinkler
well maybe it is only the water is ice cold or scalding hot…
box
i remember only cotton underwear, late september, ladybugs in the grass and my best friend talia running around me, her curls bouncing and green stains all along her legs marking only the fun she was having and the necessity of bathtime later.
Motorcar9
She is sitting in the front of the lawn, looking up at the windows of the house, examining the lattice and the brightness pouring out of the uppermost window. She wonders, absently, whether or not the sprinklers will turn on tonight. She hopes they won’t; she didn’t pack an extra set of clothes.
Ruby
The word fell around me, dissolving in showers of tiny, incandescent shard of water. The sprinkler turned its head from us for but an instant and a dozen children sprinted after out sweet relief.
Mary
Run through them and let the water rinse you clean.
Jai
i like sprinkles on my cupcakes and birthday cakes.
hope blankenship
It was the only dance move I could do. A junior in a sea of sixth graders, I couldn’t think of anything cooler to do than ‘the sprinkler.’ Even then, Emma told me I was doing it wrong. I just did the ‘noodle arms’ instead. The kids thought it was funny, anyway.
Whole Wheat
I loved to run thru them as a young child and remember waiting for it to flow in the opposite direction … why? I don’t know! I got just as wet either way but it was fun to pretend…life was oh so simple then! A fond memory for me, my friend.
Ally
water and summers. cool grass
children running and being happy.
GREEN GREEN grass.
refreshing
cool
Ruben
Children dancing in sprinklers. I ran through the sprinklers for fun when I was 6, ran when I was walking a dog because I didn’t want it to get wet. I think of summer days, nostalgic ones, little children in bright colored swimsuits dancing and laughing, their hair soaking wet and playing without a care in the world. Enjoying the coolness of water under teh sun. It’s the natural things in this world that are the most blissful, like water from a sprinkler.
michi
They gleefully ran as the little drops of water hit them. Nothing was better than this. It was the best part of summer, the thing that made getting through school worth the while. They were amazing, magical. The sprinklers were their saving grace.
Kisanath
I was running throught the sprinkelers at dawn, thing that if i got caught just how much trouble would I be in?
CAYTELYN!
chocolate sprinklers on my white soft serve summer sun shower in my mouth tickles my toes as it melts down my fingers
nic sims
Sprinklers wash away sin.
blah
The children ran through the sprinklers, laughing joyously. From inside the safety of the house, she watched them through the kitchen window. A sigh escaped her mouth. Ah, to be young again; to be without a care in the world.
Anonymous
The water splashes on my face and body. It sweetens the day, this hot, humid, awful day. My clothes cling to me and I wonder when the owner of this sprinkler will catch me and force me off of his well-kept lawn.
Liz H.
i was running through yards with my friend, running from the cops. we had just robbed a liquor store which is ironic becuase were under age. one yard we passed, the sprinklers were on. we decided to play in the sprinklers and the cops stopped chasing us.
just
I never really jumped through sprinklers as a kid. I much preferred swimming pools.
I guess that mentality just stuck with me. I’d rather dive right in than come and go in the blink of an eye.
AnnA
Once, when I was in third grade, a kindergarten teacher was baking cookies [of the dinosaur variety] in the school kitchen after school. She burnt them so badly that all the alarms went off, and the sprinkles subsequently did. Needless to say, the fifty or so elementary-aged kids went insane and ran outside instead of filing out quietly. The cookies were also drenched. The kindergartners were rather sad.
Helenn
The thing I remember most about sprinklers is running through them as a child. I actually don’t have fond memories of it, but memories nevertheless. I never really did like getting wet. All that would happen is I would run through them, slip, and fall on my button; all of the other children laughing hysterically at my foolishness.
Riiko
So he stands there draped in water, the sprinklers ticking away while he shouts “I didn’t do it!” Crying. Wailing. Like a child. But I don’t care. I close the blinds and smile at my masterpiece. The face letters I’d planted. The fake lipstick on his collar. My outlet. The only way to get out of this binding contract. In sickness in heath? Til death do us part? No. I don’t.
Anonymous
water beautiful sprays, driplets of fine patterns like a crystalline mist, moistening all the earth
NWartist
sprinklers are fun I used to play in them all the time during the summer. so much better tahn a pool. pools are boring spriklers you could jump and paly around and stuff not so much with pools
beKKa
The sprinklers burst on suddenly, jutting out of the ground. I felt a little startled, a bit surprised, and then I started laughing. He laughed too, somewhat uncomfortably at first, but then it became more natural. We flinched as the water came our way, but it missed us sparingly. “Sprinklers are so annoying,” he sighed. Then, just as I was about to agree with him, he slipped his arm around me, just like that, like it was nothing at all. He made it look so easy.
Ally
I like sprinklers in the summertime.
My sprinklers are automatic and they turn on every 30 minutes in the summer.
When I was a kid, my friends and I used to run around through the sprinklers acting like it was raining. So fun. <3
Yvonne
sprinklers sprinkle a little bit of happiness into each of our lives.
sara
sprinkles sprinkle a little bit of happiness into each of our lives
lol
sara
water sprinklers define my youth.
Geronimo
The sprinklers on the front lawn turned on just when she stepped outside. She growled, an unfeminine sound as any she had made. But that besides the point.
Her damn cousin had turned the sprinklers on again, even though she told him she would be leaving early. He just loved torturing her, even when she was the one helping him with the marriage.
TrinTres
the morning showers opened up. they greeted me as i walked to get the paper. each day this is how it starts. i need my news. i need my news to start my day. but apparently my grass also needs its water. or at least that is what the home owners association says. so each morning the sprinklers open up.
I think sprinklers work with rainbows. Each time I would play in one the rainbow would appear and I would imagine a pot of gold. Somehow that silly childhood memory brings a smile to my face as I write about sprinklers to you now.
Wasn’t running through sprinklers as a child just the funnest thing to do? Ah, simple childhood memories and simple joys. Maybe the world would be a happier place if we could all have those simple joys still.
A spray of water
The fountain of dreams upon my body
Cools the spirit from the heat of the day
I wish you could see me now
Cool- headed and steady handed
Ready to take on the day
At least until tomorrow
One time I made out with my boyfriend on his grandmothers front lawn but she was soon to catch us when the sprinklers went off.
My sister has her own sprinkler repair company. She is a very strange woman; being so small, yet so very strong. I do enjoy her company. It’s a shame I can’t work for her since she lives fairly far from me; enough to make for a terrible commute!
sprinklers are very reminiscent of summer camp. every time i see a row of them, i want to run through it and watch rainbows form as i divest myself of responsibility and let the beauty of the freedom they provide wash over me.
Everyone remembers when they were young, in summer, running through the sprinklers with their siblings. The rainbow that would form and would be so amazing. Today’s word ain’t doing anything for me. ;)
running flying dancing in the greenest grass i have ever felt against my skin
pure green bliss like sin its was so good i couldn’t stop i couldn’t think it just kept flying
The summers of my childhood lie between the heat and the sprinklers.
She grabs my hand and I am gone.
Shouting my name and the water jumps off her beautiful lips: “Colin!”
She is laughing and dancing beneath the brilliant stream. Water trickling down to the split ends of her long brown hair.
sprinklers…. wow. little children running through with not a care in the world. if only they knew…..if only they new the truth. life aint just a run through a sprinkler
well maybe it is only the water is ice cold or scalding hot…
i remember only cotton underwear, late september, ladybugs in the grass and my best friend talia running around me, her curls bouncing and green stains all along her legs marking only the fun she was having and the necessity of bathtime later.
She is sitting in the front of the lawn, looking up at the windows of the house, examining the lattice and the brightness pouring out of the uppermost window. She wonders, absently, whether or not the sprinklers will turn on tonight. She hopes they won’t; she didn’t pack an extra set of clothes.
The word fell around me, dissolving in showers of tiny, incandescent shard of water. The sprinkler turned its head from us for but an instant and a dozen children sprinted after out sweet relief.
Run through them and let the water rinse you clean.
i like sprinkles on my cupcakes and birthday cakes.
It was the only dance move I could do. A junior in a sea of sixth graders, I couldn’t think of anything cooler to do than ‘the sprinkler.’ Even then, Emma told me I was doing it wrong. I just did the ‘noodle arms’ instead. The kids thought it was funny, anyway.
I loved to run thru them as a young child and remember waiting for it to flow in the opposite direction … why? I don’t know! I got just as wet either way but it was fun to pretend…life was oh so simple then! A fond memory for me, my friend.
water and summers. cool grass
children running and being happy.
GREEN GREEN grass.
refreshing
cool
Children dancing in sprinklers. I ran through the sprinklers for fun when I was 6, ran when I was walking a dog because I didn’t want it to get wet. I think of summer days, nostalgic ones, little children in bright colored swimsuits dancing and laughing, their hair soaking wet and playing without a care in the world. Enjoying the coolness of water under teh sun. It’s the natural things in this world that are the most blissful, like water from a sprinkler.
They gleefully ran as the little drops of water hit them. Nothing was better than this. It was the best part of summer, the thing that made getting through school worth the while. They were amazing, magical. The sprinklers were their saving grace.
I was running throught the sprinkelers at dawn, thing that if i got caught just how much trouble would I be in?
chocolate sprinklers on my white soft serve summer sun shower in my mouth tickles my toes as it melts down my fingers
Sprinklers wash away sin.
The children ran through the sprinklers, laughing joyously. From inside the safety of the house, she watched them through the kitchen window. A sigh escaped her mouth. Ah, to be young again; to be without a care in the world.
The water splashes on my face and body. It sweetens the day, this hot, humid, awful day. My clothes cling to me and I wonder when the owner of this sprinkler will catch me and force me off of his well-kept lawn.
i was running through yards with my friend, running from the cops. we had just robbed a liquor store which is ironic becuase were under age. one yard we passed, the sprinklers were on. we decided to play in the sprinklers and the cops stopped chasing us.
I never really jumped through sprinklers as a kid. I much preferred swimming pools.
I guess that mentality just stuck with me. I’d rather dive right in than come and go in the blink of an eye.
Once, when I was in third grade, a kindergarten teacher was baking cookies [of the dinosaur variety] in the school kitchen after school. She burnt them so badly that all the alarms went off, and the sprinkles subsequently did. Needless to say, the fifty or so elementary-aged kids went insane and ran outside instead of filing out quietly. The cookies were also drenched. The kindergartners were rather sad.
The thing I remember most about sprinklers is running through them as a child. I actually don’t have fond memories of it, but memories nevertheless. I never really did like getting wet. All that would happen is I would run through them, slip, and fall on my button; all of the other children laughing hysterically at my foolishness.
So he stands there draped in water, the sprinklers ticking away while he shouts “I didn’t do it!” Crying. Wailing. Like a child. But I don’t care. I close the blinds and smile at my masterpiece. The face letters I’d planted. The fake lipstick on his collar. My outlet. The only way to get out of this binding contract. In sickness in heath? Til death do us part? No. I don’t.
water beautiful sprays, driplets of fine patterns like a crystalline mist, moistening all the earth
sprinklers are fun I used to play in them all the time during the summer. so much better tahn a pool. pools are boring spriklers you could jump and paly around and stuff not so much with pools
The sprinklers burst on suddenly, jutting out of the ground. I felt a little startled, a bit surprised, and then I started laughing. He laughed too, somewhat uncomfortably at first, but then it became more natural. We flinched as the water came our way, but it missed us sparingly. “Sprinklers are so annoying,” he sighed. Then, just as I was about to agree with him, he slipped his arm around me, just like that, like it was nothing at all. He made it look so easy.
I like sprinklers in the summertime.
My sprinklers are automatic and they turn on every 30 minutes in the summer.
When I was a kid, my friends and I used to run around through the sprinklers acting like it was raining. So fun. <3
sprinklers sprinkle a little bit of happiness into each of our lives.
sprinkles sprinkle a little bit of happiness into each of our lives
lol
water sprinklers define my youth.
The sprinklers on the front lawn turned on just when she stepped outside. She growled, an unfeminine sound as any she had made. But that besides the point.
Her damn cousin had turned the sprinklers on again, even though she told him she would be leaving early. He just loved torturing her, even when she was the one helping him with the marriage.
the morning showers opened up. they greeted me as i walked to get the paper. each day this is how it starts. i need my news. i need my news to start my day. but apparently my grass also needs its water. or at least that is what the home owners association says. so each morning the sprinklers open up.