Ok going to work today smells, feel, practically tastes like the summer school*. I shouldn’t be inside. My day should start off with swim practice, followed by a tennis match. Head over to the driving range to smack the crap out of some gold balls. Play with my friends. Grab some lunch. Kick back with a book poolside. Dive practice. More play time with friends. Meet my parents for an early dinner at the mixed grill. Play with the neighborhood kids and chase fireflies. Book and/or TV. Sleep and repeat.
Don’t get me wrong, regardless of how pampered my childhood seems from this sketch of a better but not completely atypical summer day, I saw my share of dark and crappy things. We all have our scars.
*I was a semi regular summer school attendee. I went to a prep school pre ADA which couldn’t seem to grasp the fact that with even basic accommodations for my dyslexia I would have been a phenomenal student.
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