What are Your Summer Memories?

On my childhood farm in Pennsylvania, summer meant hours of doing nothing. But in truth, my siblings and I did everything. It was a time for cartwheels and downhill tumbling on the soft green grass in our rolling front yard. A time for hiding my nose in the thick grass and drinking in the sweet […]
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Published on June 09, 2014 00:05
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