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My summers at the cottage were usually spent alone... for there were no other kids and there wasn't even a phone... I would wander by the water collect colored glass I found in the sand... and mom would have me weeding the weeds upon her land... I always played a gymnast while walking on fallen trees... I'd dig up clay beneath the sand and that would make me sneeze... My dad would take me for a ride in our Lyman boat... we'd go out onto the water and sometimes just sit and float... He would always find a fishing pole laying in the hatch... and because of me, yes little me we always came back with a catch... by ~ judy
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
My summers at the cottage...
My summers at the cottage were usually spent alone... for there were no other kids and there wasn't even a phone... I would wander by the water collect colored glass I found in the sand... and mom would have me weeding the weeds upon her land... I always played a gymnast while walking on fallen trees... I'd dig up clay beneath the sand and that would make me sneeze... My dad would take me for a ride in our Lyman boat... we'd go out onto the water and sometimes just sit and float... He would always find a fishing pole laying in the hatch... and because of me, yes little me we always came back with a catch... by ~ judy
This is the way it was....
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Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
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