MEMORY LANE
Sweet Summers ~ By Zhanna Mikhno Can you guess what I loved most about summers as a child? Splashing in the pool? Grilled hot dogs? Refreshing popsicles? Staying up late and sleeping in? Although all of those things were the staple of a warm and sunny season void of school, none of them were the highlight. Since my parents were huge proponents of supporting family owned farms, they made it a yearly tradition to go and pick their own produce. Not to mention, taking the entire family was a priority. Whatever was in season, all seven of us would pile up in our big Ford van, leave the city behind and scour the crops. Sweet dark cherries. Juicy tomatoes. Bright, tart raspberries.
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