This morning, I flashed on the summer of 1954, when my adoptive parents stayed at a friend's house on
Balboa Island, Newport Beach, and took me with them. I was about 9 years old. Their friends the Taylors were staying there, too, including their own 9-year-old daughter, Vicky. Vicky and I, usually dressed only in our bathing suits and (maybe)
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