A STORYBOOK SUMMER
June 12, 2008
It was a storybook summer …
That made me feel seventeen again. Only, better.
Seventeen without the self-doubt. Or the bad skin. Or the empty wallet. Or the curfew.
It was the kind of summer you save in your treasure chest of memories, to be taken out on cold nights decades later, when your eyes have permanently settled into their laugh lines [...]