Remember when…? – Motorcycle

When I was in my teens, my parents separated. Since my mom was working full time, she had arranged for me to stay at relatives over the summer. That year, I stayed with my aunt, uncle and cousins. Remember the story where a storm caught us off guard while my cousin and I had our stamp collection spread out in the veranda? Check it out here. That is the summer that holds so many stories.

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