bad-for-you bacon memories

it's strangely outcast today.
it's been this way all week.
oh, spoke too soon...the suns's peeking out a bit.

just finished a delicious breakfast of
bacon, scrambled eggs and rice with my
lovely bf.
I decided to go to the nearby store
and purchase some of the fatty, bad-for-you,
bacon. YUM!
We usually have the turkey bacon stuff, but this
time around, i decided to go for the good stuff.

dunno why, but all this talk about summertime
with friends reminds me of going camping as a kid.
one distinct memory I have of it is waking up
to one of my uncles or aunties frying up a
huge batch of scrambled eggs and bad-for-you bacon
in a pan on the Coleman burner/stove thingy.
And of course, there would be rice ready to eat,
which one of my other uncles or aunties
prepared in their usual rice cooker, which
they plugged in in the bathroom.

I remember always having to take a bath before
going to bed
because wearing tsinelas all day kicked up
all the lovely dirt and/or sand all over my feet,
in between my toes and in my toe nails.

I also remember going swimming in this nasty river,
which at the time i didn't think was so nasty,
whereby my feet literally sank into the muddy
bottom.

bad-for-you bacon also reminds me of my brother
and all those summer mornings we spent
eating it with eggs and rice
while watching
Green Acres,
Pettycoat Junction
and whatever else was on T.V. from 8-10 in the morning.

by the time I was in 4th or 5th grade,
my parents let me stay home and take care of my
brother instead of
taking him to the babysitters.

it was fun. unfortunately, however, we pigged out
on some of the worst foods AND
we were total couch potatoes because
my parents were afraid to let us play outside
while they were at work.
'didn't want us to get acosted by strangers or anything.

still, everytime i eat bacon,
I remember.
I remember the summertime.
strange association,but true.