It only comes around once a year:

What is it about summertime?  The warm breezes.  The smell of freshly cut grass.  Bare feet.  Golden skin.

I don’t know about you, but for me summer is all about memories.  It seems all the years of winter blend together.  But I remember the summers!

I remember many summers at my friend’s lake house.  Sitting on the beach at night around a crackling fire.  Spending the days aimlessly floating on the water. 

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I even remember the streaker who frequented the lake for a summer!  And an unfriendly dog on one occasion.

Most of all I remember the friendships.  It seemed like summer drew us all together and helped us form lasting bonds.  My friend who’s family owned the lake house…she visited me just 2 weeks ago.  With her husband, they           drove across two states to see me.

I think we’ll always be friends.  Our lives have gone in opposite directions but we will always be connected through the memories we created years ago.  Isn’t summer great!

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