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I’d have to say my 18th year was my most favorite. I had escaped my first year of college intact, I owned a super cool General moped, I met some cool girls, went on some cool dates, pulled some stupid pranks, and fooled around Hyannis’ Main Street. My friends were still my friends, the summer was beautiful, and I had zero responsibilities.
This summer was like winter in the Bering Strait in comparison. In a barrel. With nothing but cold, salty halibut to eat. And super chapped lips.
No, I will not miss this summer one bit.
Well, maybe I’ll pull some happy memories out of it, but only after time helps me forget the taste of all that halibut.
Update: I remembered incorrectly. The moped was lost in a swirl of legs and brother on black ice while I was away from home. By the arrival of summer I was resigned to my mopedless fate.