Bug courtesy of my big bro Steve. Photo mine.
One thing I like about the East: fireflies.
We always called them lightning bugs. Nothing brings back the summers of my childhood like a lawn at late dusk, sprinkled with lightning bugs twinkling in their lovesick short buggy lives.
There don't seem to be fireflies in the West. I think it's a humidity thing. Maybe the only good thing about this East Coast humidity, other than my cuticles looking more presentable.
What are your childhood summer memories?
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