By Vickey Bell
I remember a summer that seemed to never end. A summer of long, hot, breezy, bug-filled days that seemed to go on forever.
For the kids that lived on our chip-sealed road, it began on the last day of school. The kids were as young as seven or eight or as old as eleven or twelve.
I remember a summer that seemed to never end. A summer of long, hot, breezy, bug-filled days that seemed to go on forever.
For the kids that lived on our chip-sealed road, it began on the last day of school. The kids were as young as seven or eight or as old as eleven or twelve.
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