Return of Memoryfest - Day 5/31

[bironic]

5. Elementary School

One summer when I was six or seven, my dad made up a game called "hit the penny" in which he and I, or my sister, or my mother, or all of us, would stand around a penny on the driveway and bounce a tennis ball to each other, trying to hit the coin. Double points if we moved it, triple if we flipped it. After a while on a good day we'd work up a rhythm: plink, catch, plink, catch, plink, catch.

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[jerico-cacaw.livejournal.com]

There are four years between my older sister and my younger brother (I'm the middle one), but we never were really close. There was no hate among us, but still ... Even then, I can remember a particular summer when each one grabbed his bicycle, every evening, and we drove along the Bay. We always stopped to look for shinny stuff and throwed pebbles to the water, and got an ice cream lemonade before returning home.