Best summer of your life

Was out for a walk and an ice cream yesterday, noticed all the teenagers working around the place it got me thinking.

The summer after you leaving cert if you have a job must be one of the best summers ever, leaving cert over, have money but no adult responsibilities, legally able to go to the pub, and if its one of those summers that are sunny even better.

Pat Mustard

The summer of '69. When I look back now that summer seemed to last forever and if I had the choice? Yeah, I'd always wanna be there. Those were the best days of my life.

Couldn't resist.

The Backwards Man

I remember that summer to be a load of balls actually.

Fleawuss

The Backwards Man wrote: »

I remember that summer to be a load of balls actually.

for you too?



sorry, couldn't resist.:D

Ciderswigger

Summer of '05, I was 19. Working part time in a nightclub, making enough to pay the parents a bit of rent (enough to keep them off my back) and then was able to spend the rest of my days driving around, spending money on absolute rubbish but being proud that I had my own money, going to Oxegen, day drinking on a Wednesday, getting pissed in the club on my nights off, generally acting the muppet and not thinking about my future at all. It was the summer I made friends for life and the summer I realised that some of my friends were cünts and that I should stand up for myself.

Goddammit, now I'm saving for a masters, jobless and haven't two cent to rub together.

Winterlong

Any summer between when I was 16 and 21. Had summer jobs, but not mad hours. Traveled a bit. Old enough to go to pubs and do adult stuff. No responsibilities. Was very interested in life.
Sigh.

Olishi4

Lots of great summer's but the best were not when I started working.

Spending the whole day at the beach, lying on whenever you wanted, also loved every summer that we were in the World Cup, camping or going to stay for a week at your cousins and stuff like that. Starting your first job is great and all but definitely not my best memories of summer.

I'm going back but... the summer of 1991. The four best games of football ever played between two teams (including 3 replays).

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-4H_B4X_i6I

Absolutely extraordinary atmosphere and goodwill between hundreds of thousands of GAA supporters over the course of all the matches. Genuinely awful that there had to be a loser.

The flying mouse

Looking back the summer of 73/76
Really hot,i so young and innocent,no responsibilitys , didn't know about the big bad world. Everyone I thought looked so happy B-)

Turtyturd

95 was a good one. That extra month off at the end of 1st year.

razorblunt

The summer in between 6th Class and 1st Year of Secondary School, you were adamant you'd make the most of it.
Similarly the summer of 2nd year when I knew chances are I'd get a summer job at 15 the following year so got as much golf, hanging around, jumpers for goalposts, pitch & putt and devilment in as possible.

Superhorse

Teenagers with jobs. Where you on holiday?

blue note

Summer of 95 I think it was. Glorious weather and I still had some holy communion money left which I bought a body board with. I spent the whole summer on the beach and playing soccer on the green. So simple, but my memory of that summer is that it was perfect

Superhorse

Superhorse wrote: »

Teenagers with jobs. Where you on holiday?

I think it is coming back, I had a job from aged 14 and babysat before that, I babysat a 6 week old baby aged 13, social services would be called today.

hufpc8w3adnk65

Summer 2007. "Working" as a Dj.... In Greece....for 6 months... Best time of my life! By day working on star beach and by night in an Irish bar.. Loved every minute of it

fancy pigeon

Turtyturd wrote: »

95 was a good one. That extra month off at the end of 1st year.

blue note wrote: »

Summer of 95 I think it was. Glorious weather and I still had some holy communion money left which I bought a body board with. I spent the whole summer on the beach and playing soccer on the green. So simple, but my memory of that summer is that it was perfect

Was great drying in the turf that summer :cool:

keano_afc

Summer of 95 wont be topped. Heatwave for what seemed like months. I was 16, just finished 4th year. That summer seemed to go for forever, it was glorious.

Elemonator

The summer that basically cooked Ireland, I think it was the summer of 2014?

Drinking, gigging, running and general mischief. Noice.

Flange/Flanders

Yup, summer of 2004 after my leaving cert. Still had the novelty of being allowed into pubs, was working and looking forward to college. Some absolutely epic nights out, I worked in a fruit and veg shop and had a key for the place. One night we were out knacker drinking until 5, I got a notion that I wanted breakfast at 7am so a few of us went and fell asleep on a pile of bags of potatoes until then. The place opened at 8 so if we slept on we definitely would have been sacked!

Actually, any summer until I finished college. My girlfriend goes mad to me when I say to her that the 4 years I had in college were the 4 best years of my life.

razorblunt

MrMac84 wrote: »

Summer 2007. "Working" as a Dj.... In Greece....for 6 months... Best time of my life! By day working on star beach and by night in an Irish bar.. Loved every minute of it

Star Beach, was that in Crete?

Sleepy

It'd be a toss up for me:

Summer of 95 was glorious weather and the last set of school holidays when I didn't have a job. We practically lived at the Blackrock diving platform in Salthill, we'd be down twice a day if the tides were right. Spent the rest of the time kicking around a ball or off on our bikes.

Summer of 98 was the summer between Leaving Cert and College. I had a couple of decent part-time jobs, could get served in most pubs / clubs and had my 18th birthday at the start of August. It marked the end of the all-boys, Catholic education I'd utterly hated and was the precursor to university, something I'd looked forward to for years. I sort of found myself that summer, or at least, found a niche I felt somewhat comfortable in... having been woeful at dealing with the opposite sex until then, I finally copped on that girls were just people too and discovered that I actually found them easier to talk to than lads since there was less of the "banter" I'd never been any use at in school. One of the most memorable moments of my life happened towards the end of that summer, myself and a friend were walking across Eyre Square at 6am on our way home from the night before (during which, he actually met the girl who's now his wife!) and I remember telling him that "this is what college is going to be like!". I'll never forget the optimism I had that summer. As someone whose naturally a bit of a pessimistic curmudgeon it's a nice memory.

hufpc8w3adnk65

razorblunt wrote: »

Star Beach, was that in Crete?

Yup it sure was

SEPT 23 1989

1995

The heat the girls the music

jester77

Best for me was the year I graduated from college. New company flew me over to their country for 3 months on-boarding, put up in nice hotel, all expenses covered plus got daily expenses on top of salary (no more being a poor college student), proper summer weather, lots of fellow graduates so was a good buzz every evening plus the cherry on top was that the hotel was also where all trainee air-hostesses for the national airline were staying

PMBC

Weather, bit of soccer, hops at the Tennis Club (well the music was good, anyway), Whiter Shade of Pale, Pink 'Floyd See Emily Play', girl and girls, first Summer Job at £7 per week in an office, waiting for LC results and overcelebrating, Kinks 'Waterloo Suinset', Summer in Kilburn in a bedsit with brother who never slept there, first pair of flares, Hyde Park, working the 'press' in Smyth's Electric in Cricklewood and reciting Paradise Lost to myself for sanity's sake, English ladies encouraging me to call their daughters, freewheeling life, Highway Sixty-one with Dylan, Cream farewell concert on RTE tv.
Everything seemd simple, no problems, some money, Carlsberg Specials, local carnival dances, girls I never got off with, waitng each night for the gf to finish work, Summer student job when they were few and far between at £14 a week. Amazing summer in Holland working on a gas pipeline 'patching for £75 a week and patate frit met mayonnaise in the chipper there.
Friends I still have since then but a few have gone.
66 to 71; where did the time go.

We were talking about this last night and my husband sang sunrise sunset ( from fiddler on the roof) for me.

Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly flow the days.

Sunrise, sunset,
Swiftly fly the years.

qo2cj1dsne8y4k

Even though it was sad, I really liked the summer of 13.
I'd given up my job to take care of my dad but he was still well enough to do things with me. A few months before, a pregnant dog adopted us as her new family. We had our 2 boy dogs. Our new adopted girl dog. And 4 puppies, who were the loves of my life. They lived in my bedroom, they got cuddles when they cried at night time, they were kept clean with baby wipes. They grew up in my arms. That summer, sitting in the garden with my dad, my dogs, and my puppies all around me.

My dad still had the cows on the farm and I still had my pets. 7 2 year old heifers and a bull, and 3 pet cows, that would follow myself and the puppies around.

It was an amazing way to spend the summer. Literally all my favourite things.

And then, by the time December came, out of everything that made that my best summer, dad, Heifers, cows, dogs and puppies, I had 1 dog left. Everything else was gone.

HalloweenJack

2006, probably, had just turned 18, working part-time between fifth and sixth year, World Cup, started going out for the first time, just lots of fun.

IvyTheTerrible

Sleepy wrote: »

It'd be a toss up for me:

Summer of 95 was glorious weather and the last set of school holidays when I didn't have a job. We practically lived at the Blackrock diving platform in Salthill, we'd be down twice a day if the tides were right. Spent the rest of the time kicking around a ball or off on our bikes.

Summer of 98 was the summer between Leaving Cert and College. I had a couple of decent part-time jobs, could get served in most pubs / clubs and had my 18th birthday at the start of August. It marked the end of the all-boys, Catholic education I'd utterly hated and was the precursor to university, something I'd looked forward to for years. I sort of found myself that summer, or at least, found a niche I felt somewhat comfortable in... having been woeful at dealing with the opposite sex until then, I finally copped on that girls were just people too and discovered that I actually found them easier to talk to than lads since there was less of the "banter" I'd never been any use at in school. One of the most memorable moments of my life happened towards the end of that summer, myself and a friend were walking across Eyre Square at 6am on our way home from the night before (during which, he actually met the girl who's now his wife!) and I remember telling him that "this is what college is going to be like!". I'll never forget the optimism I had that summer. As someone whose naturally a bit of a pessimistic curmudgeon it's a nice memory.

I must be the same age as you, I did my Leaving in 98 too. My memories aren't exactly the same but the sentiments are very very similar for both of those summers. Good times.
I worked on a farm in 95, it was brilliant being out in the sun all summer, I think I had to wear wellies and a rain jacket twice the whole time.
Summer of 98, getting my first taste of real freedom, and the anticipation of heading off to uni in Dublin. I really started to feel like a grown-up.

razorblunt

MrMac84 wrote: »

Yup it sure was

Happy Days, was there in the summer of 04. I remember the remarkable difference between Malia and Hersonissos, one night in Malia and it was "that's enough back to Player's"

hufpc8w3adnk65

razorblunt wrote: »

Happy Days, was there in the summer of 04. I remember the remarkable difference between Malia and Hersonissos, one night in Malia and it was "that's enough back to Player's"

Thats where I "worked" in 2007. Players, Blarney Stone and boomerangs. Night sorted!

NoCrackHaving

Elemonator wrote: »

The summer that basically cooked Ireland, I think it was the summer of 2014?

Drinking, gigging, running and general mischief. Noice.

2013 is the one you're thinking of, hottest and driest since 1995.