I remember drawing on the terrace steps. 
I remember spending summers.
I remember biking to the town pool with my sister.
I remember eating pasta on the back porch at night and making smores around the fire pit.
I remember making lemonade stands.
I remember our summer babysiters driving us around.
I remember going to the pavillion with my dad and sister and biking through the path in the woods.
I remember ...

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