I grew up on a farm. Where cows, cousins and rice ruled the day. Summertime meant watermelon, swimming in the ditch, and riding motorcycles in the fields. We played for hours outside, and would only come in when my Mom hollered for us to come and eat.
It felt like ole times when I saw the shoes and the bits of clothing strewed on the patio. Automatically, I hollered, "Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacha!?!" The roles had been changed, but my instinct was the same.
Can you see them out in the field, beyond the sheep, on the bank of the ditch?
I zoomed in with my camera and caught this…Summertime memories playing over and over again.
Photo: Sacha 15, with his American couisns Andy 16, Sam 14, Jack 13 and Joe 12.
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