A Summer of Memories

Introduction

The snow crunches under my feet, and my breath crystalizes as I huff to my spot.  My steps become slower with each step as I labor with the additional weight of the snow that is getting stuck to my feet.  I come to this spot every day.  Some people would call me crazy for doing this.  Some people tell me that coming here only makes the pain worse, but to me, it makes the burden more bearable.  Even though this place is closed, and not just because it is the dead of winter with a foot of snow on the ground, but closed because the owners have retired, I still come here every day to remember.  And I do remember, as if it were yesterday...