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 When I think of summer, I think of long hot days, writing more
because I always write more during the summer, sticky thighs,
popsicles, and sitting in an air-conditioned movie theater. I
think of peaches, catching up on my soaps, and I think of books.
            Like many people, I read more during the summer. I
don't know why. Now that I have a backyard, one of my favorite
things to do is sit with a beverage and read when it gets cool.
It reminds me of when I was a kid. I also remember a summer
that, to use a clichéd phrase, a summer that changed my life.
 It was 1982. Ten years old and I wore coke bottle glasses, wore
my hair mullet style, and I just survived another year in
school. I managed to do okay in everything except math. I read a
lot of books for school, but the teachers always forgot to put
the stars near my name for how many books I read.  I was going
to a resource class at another school. I can see me in my
uniform,