Return of Memoryfest - Day 17/31
I have read all of your lovely memories as well as your conversations about vision quality and blurry monitors -- thank you, again, for sharing and chatting and generally making life that much cheerier, informative and interesting. I hope no-one is put off when it takes me a while to reply.
And now I shall solicit more comments. More! More, I say!
17. Elementary School
I was staying over at my friend E's house, which was only a few miles from mine and in a similar neighborhood. Her family had a nice, country-style, two-story house, a little bigger than ours and with a bigger back yard. Her bedroom was on the second floor like mine. They hadn't turned on their air conditioners that cool summer night, and her windows were open. I remember lying on my back in the spare bed in the dark, listening to the strange sound of crickets chirping in a silence foreign to a child raised in a house with central air conditioning.
WTF
And now I shall solicit more comments. More! More, I say!
17. Elementary School
I was staying over at my friend E's house, which was only a few miles from mine and in a similar neighborhood. Her family had a nice, country-style, two-story house, a little bigger than ours and with a bigger back yard. Her bedroom was on the second floor like mine. They hadn't turned on their air conditioners that cool summer night, and her windows were open. I remember lying on my back in the spare bed in the dark, listening to the strange sound of crickets chirping in a silence foreign to a child raised in a house with central air conditioning.
WTF