I have one very distinct memory of the end of summer. We were at a neighbors house - specifically in their pool - which was awesome because we didn't have a pool and I'd jump at any chance to swim. Lots of people were there, lots of kids, my brothers, neighborhood friends, tons of food and a particular plate of chocolate chip cookies that I was doing a number on. But then it started to get dark. And sort of late. So I got out of the pool. Ran home. Got a shower. And I got in bed. My parents didn't tell me to. My brothers didn't follow. And all this time... it was still actually light out. I was such a high-strung, type-A nutjob that even in middle school, I had to run home and ease myself into my 9PM bedtime because I was a massive dork. Ugh! You're killin' me smalls. I actually remember lying in my bed with the lights out that night, the tiniest bit of sunlight peeking through the window... and tons of shrills and screams from the kids who were still outside having a blast soaking up

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