It's the end of summer. My whole life I have felt it's the worst part of the year. All the good times I had growing up took place in the searing heat of mid-summer... Well, that's not entirely true. Let's say that the most vivid memories I have are from the summer time. Our entire family used to go camping at the same camp site. We would take up a lot of space, eat a lot of food and make a lot of noise. Good times. The last memory of camping that I have etched in to my head was when I was eighteen... Man that was a long time ago... I stashed some beer in the dark in a patch of poison ivy. Pure fun.
The campsite has since closed because our wonderful government decided it would be better as a day park. Our government closed my childhood.
Well, see you in 10 months hot sun!
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