
Nights were spent roasting marshmallows by the fire.
The days were filled with time at the playground,

Gloriously sunny days at the beach making sand castles with moats and secret passages,
And the ability to gain a bit more independence and explore.
And then night rolls around and the cycle of sparklers, glowsticks, roasting marshmallows and passing out begins again.

Pete was pounding beers so fast I would have put money on Meg holding his passed out self at the end of the night. Guess I was wrong!
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