For me, summer is a time for reflection,
the season most loaded with memories of people and events gone by, seemingly
endless carefree days of tree climbing and reading books from the bookmobile
parked a few blocks from our house. I remember the hot stickiness of an era
before air conditioning, water balloon fights to cool off, gorging on cold
water from garden hoses, brushing away buzzing flies as hot dogs and hamburgers
sizzled over briquettes with watermelon somewhere on ice. It seems only yesterday
that I’d lie on the grass as the night sky deepened from violet to indigo,
staring at stars that looked infinite yet close enough to swirl with my
finger.
Check out the conclusion (here).
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