I remember summer days when I would ride my bike for hours and hours around the block.
I remember the smell of oil on our gravel road. The smell reminds me of summer.
I remember the big mud puddle in front of our house, filled by the sprinkler. We would concoct worlds in that puddle.
I remember Star Wars.
I remember Star Wars cards.
I remember the school across the street, through the field and over the fence. It was our world away from home where we could have contained adventures.
I remember the sweet scent of grass in the summer heat. Picking dandelions. Looking for four leaf clovers.
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