Growing up, there was something magical about June 17th. School was out, or almost out. Daylight lasted until nearly 9pm. The Good Humor Man was making his rounds. The sounds in the burbs consisted of sprinklers and kids laughing and playing. All was well in the universe. Short of a mid-October hike in the woods, June 17th would top my list.
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