The long days of {a mother’s} summer

Thoughts on a world full of tragedy School took place from late August until the end of May, but summer was when you got your education. It was July of 1994 and we were free.  A two-wheeled Huffy gave my brother and I all the freedom we could ever need.  We’d bike down 2 streets and knock at the door of my brother’s friend, then zigzag on to the next house, our numbers growing each time. An empty acre of grass beckoned — …

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