Karen: Every year when summer rolls around, I think of the summers of my youth. So much of my time then was spent outdoors, at play. Although my friends and I engaged in a variety of activities, there's one I remember more fondly than the others: playing Frisbee.
Karen: That simple plastic disc was a wonderful toy. Relatively cheap, easily transportable, and you could play almost anywhere, if you had enough room. It required some skill to throw it well, but it wasn't all that difficult to learn how to do it. You could play a fast-paced, football-like game, or just toss it back and forth while talking.
Karen: One year we became so fond of our Frisbee playing, that I got a glow in the dark disc so we could play in the park at night! It was great, until one night the cops came by and shooed us out of the park. But we just moved on to other places.
Karen: If you were really lucky, you had a dog who could catch a Frisbee. My dog Rex loved chasing after the flying disc. Watching him leap through the air after it was always a blast.
Karen: For me the Frisbee is inextricably linked to summer, and to freedom. That spinning disc will always represent good times and the carefree days of youth to me. Thanks Wham-O.