Where did the summer go? It seems like this question gets more relevant with every year I age. I remember the long, sweet days of my childhood summers seeming to be endless. Now the days fly by faster than we can count. But like all good things, summer and it's bountiful sunshine must end. Don't get me wrong, fall is my favorite season and I get excited just thinking about pumpkin bread and hazy fall afternoons. But part of me is not quite ready to let summer go.