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Still in book one
July 5, 2017
“Hello lampost, what’ cha knowing? I’ve come to watch your flowers growin. Ain’t cha got no rhymes for me. doo-ait-n-doo doo, feeling groovy”. -Simon and Garfunkel
Its 1970 something. I live on McCulloch drive in Dix Hills New York. I am the baby. I am fierce and bossy. I am bold. Ive got scabs on my knees. I have a Dorothy Hamill hair style.
Its summer. I go to day camp with Stephie. My brother and sister are away at sleep away camp for 2 months. I have my parents to myself. I don’t have to share. Its the “Alli show” all Summer. I love it.
We drive to visit my siblings on Visiting day. My mom has made copious amounts of chocolate chip cookies for my brother and sister to share with their bunk mates. In wax paper mom wrapped 2 for me to eat on the way. We are in the green station wagon. The windows are down with the sweet smell of summer wafting in.
We take weekend trips to the Hamptons. My dad is driving, cigarette in his left hand out the
window. Simon and Garfunkel are on the radio. Just the three of us on the open highway. I am happy. I am safe. I am loved.
When life gets complicated, I am back in that station wagon. How sweet that summer was. How easy life was.