Lazy summer days where a memory still plays
Once upon a time, a young boy named Tony, spent some long, lazy summer days in eastern Kansas. And he and his younger brother sometimes grabbed their fishin’ gear and hiked down by the creek bank in a remote part of the farmland near their mom’s house. It was about a half mile hike along the fence line, on a well-worn tractor trail. The path also wound through a forest to a shady spot where the creek flowed nicely just about all summer long.
Those lazy summer days didn’t seem to fly by, at the time.
But now they’re long gone. And it feels almost like they never…
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