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Happiness is waking up late in the summer to hear the birds chirping outside your open window. 
It’s racing through the sand at a beach.
And diving into cold water. 

It was October, but Margo was still wearing short summer skirts. 
She must be cold; we all were, in the barely 50 degree weather. 

Beginning to a warm summer night, my friends and I climbed to the bow of the small speedboat. 

It was time to go tubing, one of my favorite activities at camp.

What fall means to me is bright colors everywhere, with the turning leaves yellow, orange, red, and colored pumpkins, orange and white.