They had the sprinklers on at the oval on the park today (Fear not, environmentally-concerned friends, the local Council only uses tank or recycled water). It made me think of childhood days where we used to make fruit baskets by scooping out the ends of watermelons and filling them with frozen bananas and slices of oranges as well as fresh cherries and of course, slices of watermelon and rockmelon, sometimes even honeydew. We used to eat and eat with the juice dripping down our chins until we were covered in stickiness.
The only thing to do about it was to turn on the sprinklers and run through them; jumping over the shots of water, sliding and skidding on the grass. The dogs used to get in on the act too. Barking with delight as the water sprayed into their mouths.
No one turns on their sprinklers anymore. Our water is too precious to waste on such frivolity. We live with the threat of drought every single day. Makes me realise that a whole generation of children have never known fruit baskets and sprinklers on the lawn. What a time we used to have. I am lucky to have experienced it.