I built a tree house
I remember one of the best summers of my childhood. I’m no longer sure how old I was, but I certainly was older, and we still lived in the big rented home. We had a long weekend camp with our local nature-preserving organization when the summer holidays came to a close each year. I connect many memories of sitting around a fire and my father cooking risotto on the fire.
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