Sunday I drove to my grandparent's cottage in Pinckney. Most of my summers growing up were spent swimming in the lake and eating candy with my cousin. In reality it was probably only a small portion of time, but it was such a highlight that I remember it clearer than the days spent watching Nickelodeon and playing baseball in the yard. As I got older, I became more concerned with the muddy, seaweed covered bottom of the lake and the off chance of stepping on a clam. Family get-togethers centered more around what else in my life was distracting me or trying to be calm around my relatives. This year I arrived before anyone else, and within fifteen minutes I was floating in the water, rediscovering just another thing my life has been missing.
That night I rode my bike to Rackham golf course where the city of Huntington Woods was having their fireworks display. I was against the fence, close enough that the explosions of color completely filled my field of vision.
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