Every time I see a fire hydrant sprinkler on I am transformed to my childhood days of growing up in Camden (aka the 'hood). There weren't many swimming pools in our city and my mom was fearful of letting me go the public pool. The fire hydrant near the elementary school I once attended was the way we stayed cool! Someone would open it, albeit illegally, and all the kids would gleefully go running. We'd have so much fun splashing until a police officer would come and turn it off!
There was one time I remembered sitting in front of the water so this car could go by and just as it rolled in front of the hydrant I jumped off so the water would spray all over the car. Suddenly I saw break lights and heard my name..."Tanisha!" Oh shoot this person knew me which put the fear of God in me because if they knew me, then they knew my mom. Anyone who knew my mom knew she didn't play that and this was something I could quite possibly have gotten in trouble for. All my friends started "oooh"ing and snickering. I tipped over to the car and there was my uncle Ronnie, my mom's brother! I immediately began apologizing profusely- 'Ooooh Uncle Ronnie, I'm so sorry, I didn't know it was you.' In my mind I was thinking 'please don't tell my mom'. He just laughed and told me to behave or something along those lines and drove off. He never told my mom and neither did I until much later in life! This is now one of my greatest summertime memories, I always laugh everytime I think of it!