See? I was right. Summer, when all things are possible, love blossoms, time slows and memories are made. Today we have one such memory of summer - who hasn't spent time in a tent in the summer? This tent is pitched on the side lawn of the folk's first house in Seaton. Inside the tent are bro Phil with the cap and Kim K. a neighbor friend. This is as primitive as it gets as it doesn't look like there is a base floor. But when you are kids comfort isn't really the thing is it? It is to get away from the adults that control your almost every move and snoopy photographers.
Growing up in the East End of Seaton was perfect. Summer was the time to explore, do things never done before, hang with neighborhood friends and savor the freedom timelessness of it all.
Close your eyes and remember the smell of the grass at dawn. The sky just before sunrise. The musty scent of the tent fabric. The false sense of adulthood by sleeping outside. The sounds of the night that were new to you - a feeling of mystery wrapped in just a hint of fear.
By the way, the house in the rear was the Levine's. Don passed many years ago but Dot and Lance are still around and at the Rosewood Nursing home in G-Burg.
Summer is a special time. You are now free to make new memories.
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