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This is the best part of the week.. the cool, post-BBQ Saturday night winddown. The alcohol is still in the bloodstream and you sit in the garden, the cool breeze on your face, trying to remember exactly how the garden was before your Dad changed it. Trying to remember how you and your sibling had water fights and hours in the paddling pools when you weren't even teenagers yet. You try to capture these moments in your mind's eye. The alcohol allows you brief glimpses, almost allowing you to actually breathe in the smell of summers gone by. But you can't bring it back.
It's gone.
It's gone.