Summer with Granny I’ll Never Forget

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I looked out the train window at the blur of green landscape as it passed. Going to stay with grandma had always been one of my fondest memories as a kid, the train ride just the beginning to a wonderful summer spent with her on her farm in northern Connecticut. Just me and her, lazing away the days and enjoying each other’s company. For seven straight years from the time I was seven years old to fourteen I stayed with her, and for those summers we were inseparable.

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