Monday, July 14, 2008
When I was a little girl, no matter where in the world we were living, my parents my sister and I would head for the USA every summer to spend a few weeks with some friends.
As we left the airport and drove towards Cape Cod or the beaches of Maine, we'd stop at the first store to buy some Oreos, a much missed treat. Thus weeks of summer bliss began, with picnics by the ocean, pompoms, plenty of singing, bicycling, ice-cream, evenings spent on the city commons for a concert, and much more. How I loved my American summers!